Eight gold stars (sorry, I'm stealing your gold stars Leah) to anyone (besides Hulk) who gets the reference in the title!
After a little bit of rigamarole yesterday, we got posession of the car and had to get it smogged. Of course, despite the fact that it wasn't the end of the month, a Monday or a Friday, we ended up having to wait nearly 45 minutes and so didn't get to the DMV 'til after it closed. Plus, man, the emissions testing centers here are so weird. I think they are staffed by zombies. So we went to the grocery store that is far away (yay! the good grocery store!) and then went home.
This morning, we went to the DMV at 8:15 and I was in and out of there in less than five minutes*, plates in hand, significantly poorer in bank account but significantly richer in where we can go (to the mountians to go hiking this weekend!) and what we can do. The car is sparkly clean, dressed in her new plates, and has a full tank, so the sky's the limit. The title's in my name, the car loan is set and ready to be paid back, it's all done. It's mine. I feel like a grownup.
2007's been an interesting year thus far - engagement, wedding planning, car buying. All the things that adults do, and I really still don't feel like I'm old enough to be doing these things - I mean, I'm pretty much the same person I was when I was seven years old, except now I get to eat whatever and whenever I want, make my own sleeping hours, and have sex. I still feel like me, though. Maybe I will really start to feel like I've always thought a "grownup" would when/if I spawn. Though some would argue that I grew up a long time ago, since I've been finanically self-sufficient since I was 17. It's an interesting though exercise - when does one become an adult? when is one grown up?
*I am not exaggerating here, I walked in and walked right up and got helped immediately. There was hardly anyone in the place. Shortest time I've ever spent in a DMV by a large orger of magnitude.
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You feel a bit more grown up when you buy a house. I still don't feel quite old enough to be doing this sometimes and go how the hell did I get here? but it does help with the grown-up ness thing.
That title comes from the Dead Milkman classic, "Bitchin' Camaro".
Todd wins 8 gold stars! Unfortunately, my car is not a bitchin' Camaro. It's an unassuming Civic. It's a lot harder to justify running over some old lady, and my dad's not the mayor. So I'd probably get arrested.
It is indeed crazy how we can suddenly become "adults" even though we still feel like we are in junior high. Sigh, time is one big crazy!
As far as I can tell, being "grown up" means recognizing the consequences of your actions, whether large or small and shaping your conduct to fit the most reasonable outcome.
Yes, you could eat an entire box of Lucky Charms breakfast cereal for dinner, but you also know that it would likely make you feel like crap if you did, and therefore you eat something healthier that won't make you feel bad.
This does mean that many adults aren't grown up, but then again, that's not exactly a news flash.
Yay, happy fellow-Civic-owner!
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