Got it bad

Oh man! I've got it bad...fever, car fever, that is. It has been brewing for a while now - ever since I graduated really, but its worsened just recently. My guilty conscience just wants to say, "No Tandra, you've got too many school loans to pay off," but the devil on my other shoulder sure is making it hard on me. He's dangling that new car smell, smooth ride, stick shift, wind in your hair (well, if convertible) feeling right in front of my nose. Thoughts like, "I'm only young and single for a few years," or "your loans will still be there even if you don't indulge," pop into my head.

The reason that it's become increasingly difficult on me is that I'm getting a pretty good chunk of money back from taxes. I also know that my car is getting up pretty high on mileage and won't be worth a whole lot if I don't sell it soon. All that being said, I can sort of, just maybe justify wanting a newer one. Maybe?

My brother and I went out looking today with the intention of test driving a few I've been interested in. Unfortunately, the dealerships were closed (why they would close on a Sunday when most everyone is off is beyond me), but we did find one used car lot open, and another that left all their cars unlocked (guess they're not worried about theft?). I test drove a 2007 Mitsubishi Eclipse.

The convertible was perfect, especially on a day like this, but I was not in love with it.

Ever since high school, I have wanted a Ford Mustang. My urge to drive one was not fulfilled today, but I'm hoping to go tomorrow and test one out, if not for anything else other than to rule out liking them.

Of course, being the chick that I am, I would be sufficiently satisfied with the above. My brother, on the other hand, is drooling over things like extra horse power or having a V8 engine with extra torque etc. I think he's just living vicariously through me, since he can't afford any of the like yet.

But my other top 3 option, and probably the one I'd definitely get if I were to go brand new, is the 2010 Chevy Camaro.

Oh so sleek, and all I want to do when I see it is go Vrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Who decided this anyway?

I have not blogged in a long time. I would think about it every now and then, but talk myself out of doing it for no apparent reason, other than feeling it had been too long since I'd written one so would put it off even longer. But I decided, now's as good as a time as any to pick it back up, so here it goes. :)

This week is seemingly "post your celebrity look-alike pic" week on Facebook. As cool as this is to see my friends post pics of their supposed millionaire twins, I think it's funny because I realized that my only friends that had posted them were of celebs that were gorgeous or hot. What about the normal-looking people? The average, everyday Jane? Do you see people posting pics of ugly actresses/actors? No, of course not! Now I realize that it is almost a requirement to be beautiful in Hollywood, but come on!

So, now my friends that do look like a celeb can post their pic and get "likes" galore and show off that they were blessed with features and attributes of a famous person. I don't mind that I don't necessarily look like one at all. I am unique and am actually glad that no one else has a face just like mine. The real question to me is, who decides these "change your profile pic" to a childhood pic, a sibilings pic, an old wedding pic, a celeb pic, a this or that, anyway?