I got my red racing suit on Friday - it seriously was the highlight of my week. I was showing it off to my parents, and they were totally amazed at how awesome I am... just kidding. My dad thought it was pretty awesome, cause he kept saying things like, "Yeah you should totally wear that to church" and "Yeah, can I borrow it after you're done" and just kept getting pumped. I told him he couldn't pry the thing away from my dead fingers which totally bummed him out. My mom's reaction toward the suit was a bit more adverse. She couldn't understand why I'd waste money on it. I couldn't deal with the INQUISITION, DUDE so I left. As I left, she was bawling and and saying something about never having grandkids and me never getting married or something ... but I know she was totally jealous of my new suit.

Now I gotta procure some badass aviator sunglasses and a helmet: I hope Yush can come through and find the old helmet from 305 Lewis:

One thing that sorta sucks about this whole thing is people may think I bought this suit for Halloween, which is totally false. I hate Halloween; the last time I dressed up for Halloween was when I was like 8 years old. I don't want the ridiculousness of this whole scenario to be downplayed with some ridiculous holiday. I am crazy on my own.

I also realized how sad this post sounded; it would have sounded a lot better if I had shown my "roommates" (who would have been insanely jealous of my suit) and called my mom to tell her about the suit (instead of showing her). Somehow the punchline lacks oomph when people are reminded I live at home. Ahh, better figure out where I'm moving to soon. This is getting pretty bad.

Soon, I shall have my very own photoset with my Ford Taurus.