ahhh... the celica is now really truly mine. my father cleaned it out today so there is not a single trace of my mother left in the car. ;D well, except for the cross hanging from the rearview mirror but i'll just remove that when they're not looking. ;) and the car keys have been officially handed over to moi. is everyone sufficiently weirded out now that i have my license and my own car? it was a long time coming, wasn't it? i bet my parents are thinking, "finally. geez, what a slow daughter we have."

i still look like a freak though. i tried to pin back my hair. now i look like a deranged pixie.