Yep. Parents finally found a nice little used car for me to drive back and forth from college about two weeks ago, but we never actually registered the name and temporary tags until Friday, and didn't get the obligatory blessing until last night, so it didn't really feel like it was mine until yesterday.

But now, I'm the proud owner of a ten-year old, little sporty red Honda Civic. Hehe. I can safely say that no one in my family (including me) expected me to have a sports car. Daddy's certainly happy with the development, tho'. He wants to drive it on the days I don't go to school. I'm not surprised. This is the same daddy who still has a long-standing wish to get himself a motorbike but my mom won't let him.