the flying squirrel

Darcy Casselman's weblog. Just like old times.

my car

Okay, I don't actually have it yet. They didn't have the colour I wanted, so I'm picking it up when I go home for Thanksgiving.

I bought a car on Saturday. I didn't really mean to, but I was getting sick of car shopping, so I decided to just go with it. I didn't want to have to deal with another Mazda Guy. And I decided I really prefered to stick with my under $ 20,000 rule. I think I made up my mind in May sometime, actually. Here's a picture:

[Corolla]

No, that's not really a picture of my car, because I don't have that yet. That's from the brochure.

It's a 2002 Toyota Corolla CE plus. It's black. I didn't haggle very hard, but I did get free rustproofing, etc. out of the deal. It's fast enough to scare my mom (which, admittedly, isn't hard). It could be neater (I couldn't convince him to give me power everything for the same price), but it goes. That's good. I'm happy anyway. I'll make it neater by putting a hula dancer on the dash board or something.

coping

Okay, I'm better now. I haven't been coping the last few days. I've needed perspective and reassurance—things impossible to find in the news media. I found them instead in Larry Smith. Truly, he is my hero. I sat in on his ECON 101 lecture last night. I've been meaning to do that for a few years now.

So I'm a bit better now. I'm going home this weekend, skipping out on anime-related festivities. I made a bit of an ass of myself on Monday, and I don't want to repeat that. And, given the way things have been going lately, I can't see hanging around the club making things better. I can see it making things worse.

mr dressup

Mr Dressup died today. I feel like I've been punched.