Guilt isn't neccessarily a bad thing . . .

That's what I've learned this week. Why?

Well, one of my father's coworkers has had his mother's car sitting around for a while since her passing, and he decided to get rid of it. In fact, *he decided to give it away.* Now, my parents have no need for a car, sooooo . . . ca-ching!!! Unfortunately, the deal didn't go through. Last Friday my parents made the 120 mile drive to where the car was, thinking that it would just need a new battery and then they could drive it home and fix any other problems. They bought the battery, stuck it in, but it still would't start. X( It turns out that one of the valves had broken off and fallen into the engine, where it most likely destroyed the pistons and other enginey stuff (forgive me if I'm getting some of this wrong--I know zip about cars XD ). In fact, it looked like someone had tried to drive the car with the valve in the engine. Given the fact that the car was older than me, my dad decided that it wasn't worth it to tow the car home and completely opened up the engine only to discover that it was unsalvageble. So no free car for me.

So, where does the good part come in? Well, my parents feel guilty that they didn't get the car. Believe me, I did not make them feel this way. I wasn't really counting on getting it in the first place. Be that as it may, they've decided to help me pay for a car if they hear anything about a good deal. Now, I didn't force them to decide this, but at the same time, I'm not going to fight it. Besides, they haven't paid a penny for my education. I've done it all myself through scholarships--some of which I got from sacraficing my high school senior year to the monster named Academic Decathlon (but hey, we got second in the nation by about 300 points--in a competition where the total possible points is 60,000--so I'm not complaining too much).

I've got a horrible story about trying to get my cel shipment from Rinkya, but I've typed enough for now. Suffice it to say that my cels are being held captive on an USPS express truck somewhere, and it involves me making my arms so sore that it kind of hurts to type. Besides that, my little cel fiasco has made me really tired, so I think I'm going to try to take a nap now.