If only it didn't look so sporty, I really would call my new car the "Millennium Falcon." Just got back from the emissions place, and of course it failed. It doesn't surprise me, since the thing needs lots of little repairs. Or that's what it seems like ... I hope I'm right. The CD player is nice, though. I finally listened to that random Jpop album that Josie just left in my room one day (it's the Boom!). I can finally pretend to be one of those annoying high-schoolers who drive around only to aid in the proliferation of high-amplitude low-frequency sound waves in the neighborhood. Wouldn't that be fun?

Maybe I'll have a naming contest.