I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it
As it is my 21st birthday in about 2 weeks my mum and dad have been discussing my present. So today as I sat at home trawling the internet for exciting things my parents said that they were going to the local garden centre so my mum could have a breath of air. About 2 hours later they returned and preceeded to tell me that we are going out so after the duties that must be carried out before any journey we set off.
About 2 minutes later we arrived at the local car garage and my parents said that they had found two cars for me to choose from it was just a question of colour. So the words "garden centre my arse" flashed through my head. So finally after all my waffle I can now say that as from midnight tonight I will be the proud owner of a 2 year old punto 1.2 active. We are picking it up on the morning of my birthday and I will be seen cruising round the streets of hyde and stockport behind the wheel of my precious little baby. They did offer to take my old car, the beast as my mate calls it or chicken chaser as my boss calls it, in part x but as I explained the unique state that my "beloved" car is in, namely a rather large scar on the drivers door and a crushed rear end, they politely told me that I would have to pay them to take it off my hands. So this means that legend that is my M reg Cinquento ends its journey where it began, the local scrap yard.
So if you see and hear a young person walking the streets of stockport humming to herself the tune of "I'm so excited" to themselves then that seemly insane person is more than likely to be me.
Maybe the meaning of the song is pretty much out of context with my meaning but the feeling is still there.
As it is my 21st birthday in about 2 weeks my mum and dad have been discussing my present. So today as I sat at home trawling the internet for exciting things my parents said that they were going to the local garden centre so my mum could have a breath of air. About 2 hours later they returned and preceeded to tell me that we are going out so after the duties that must be carried out before any journey we set off.
About 2 minutes later we arrived at the local car garage and my parents said that they had found two cars for me to choose from it was just a question of colour. So the words "garden centre my arse" flashed through my head. So finally after all my waffle I can now say that as from midnight tonight I will be the proud owner of a 2 year old punto 1.2 active. We are picking it up on the morning of my birthday and I will be seen cruising round the streets of hyde and stockport behind the wheel of my precious little baby. They did offer to take my old car, the beast as my mate calls it or chicken chaser as my boss calls it, in part x but as I explained the unique state that my "beloved" car is in, namely a rather large scar on the drivers door and a crushed rear end, they politely told me that I would have to pay them to take it off my hands. So this means that legend that is my M reg Cinquento ends its journey where it began, the local scrap yard.
So if you see and hear a young person walking the streets of stockport humming to herself the tune of "I'm so excited" to themselves then that seemly insane person is more than likely to be me.
Maybe the meaning of the song is pretty much out of context with my meaning but the feeling is still there.
posted by Exam Crisis @ 10:48 PM
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