good grief. i swear, it's like my thoughts can't (or won't) stop. my mind has just been reeling on and on for days. it kinda sucks. last night it took me over an hour to get to sleep, just because my brain wouldn't shut up. i keep thinking about sports cars. i know, totally not typical for a 17-year-old girl. whatever. i don't really care. but the thing is, i've got this internship at this super awesome and (relatively) small company. the co-CEOs wander through the building of 60ish workers, checking up on all the goings-on. they both have super nice cars. one has a ferrari (i don't know what model) and i think at least 2 porsches. the other one only has (to my knowledge) one nice car. but it's an aston martin vantage. i can see why you wouldn't need any more nice cars. but several years ago the one with the ferrari gave me a ride in it. i kinda freaked... a lot... so that's kinda when i got big into the expensive sports cars. i looked up the super expensive (european) ones that only had 5 made of each model. bugattis are still my favorite. my ultimate dream car: bugatti veyron super sport. the sexiest of all cars ever made. period. though a few of my (male) friends disagree with me. they like the ferraris or the lamborghinis better. forget them. bugattis FTW! but anyway, i got off-track. i tend to do that. sorry.
back on track: i got to ride in a ferrari. 130+ MPH, slightly curvy roads, oh man, i was in heaven. that's always been in my mind. the epicness of that ride. and i can't help but think about when i get my first (really nice) sports car. oh man, i'm gonna love it. that's the main reason my first car is a standard. if i'm going to have a car that is only made with manual transmission, why wait to learn how to drive one? anyway, i digress... again...
SO: ferrari ride = awesomesauce. then a few days ago i was talking to the other co-CEO (the one with the aston martin), and i told him how much i love his car. well, not exactly how much i love it, but i said it was probably my second favorite car (which is true). we then talked a little about cars (very, very little). anywho, he asked if i drove a standard. i said yes (because i do). he then proceeded to tell me that we should take his car (an ASTON FREAKIN' MARTIN!!!) for a test drive. ME! driving an ASTON MARTIN. and not just any aston martin, a super gorgeous, fast, sexy, the-prettiest-shade-of-blue-you'll-ever-see aston martin! needless to say, i was speechless for a few seconds. as he was walking away i managed to gather enough of my fallen jaw to squeak out something that was supposed to say "really??" he said yeah, like he'd let any-old stranger walk up and drive his aston martin (an ASTON MARTIN!!). you can imagine my excitement (or maybe you can't, because you don't really care about cars as much as i do, but anyway, you get my drift).
if you're wondering, no i haven't driven it yet. but man, when i do, i'm gonna be in total and sheer bliss. like life-can't-get-any-better-than-this bliss. and so we've come full-circle, and that's why it took me forever to fall asleep last night. because i was imagining myself driving in the gorgeous blue, fast, sexy aston martin vantage. i think i'm a little on the pathetic side, but hey! i like nice cars.
