  Time for a light hearted post. The past few have been pretty damn depressing so I figured I change the tone of this blog. Plus the fact that I’m in a good mood sure helps. Just spoke to my father and after consultation with my mother, we came to a deal for my future car. Oh sure, I realise that I’m only 16 and I can’t drive by myself till I hit 18 [which happens to be in a year and half time but oh well].
If all goes well [and by that, no fucking around, good behaviour on my part not to mention a kick ass VCE score], I’ll end up driving a spanking new Lexus IS200. Or IS300 if I’m lucky. Extra lucky, but hey, an IS200 would suit my needs just fine. Of course, this sparks dreams of what I’m going to do with the car and I think the first thing I’d probably do [apart from putting in a new CD/MP3 player unit plus new speakers] would be to get a personalised license plate. Research shows that it’d cost me around 300 dollars. Which… is a substantial amount of money for a metal plate but it’s not like I have a choice. Frankly, I’d like to put in PIMPIN. After the song P.I.M.P., but I know I’ll get endless amounts of shit for it seeing as not many females would be riding in my car. Still, it bears nice thoughts. LUVVYA would be less ostentatious but it’s more of a girl thing. The license plate being the second thing people look at when you drive up [the first being the car itself and the third being the driver.
“Is he hot?”], I need something with neutral connotations. I definitely need more than 6 characters but seeing as Victoria [I hate that name] won’t allow me to put in more than that, I’ll have to compromise. So, I think I’ll settle on something like JAYTAN or something to that effect. Enough to proclaim that it’s my car and yet, not flamboyant [although putting in a personal license plate is pretty flashy in itself].
Ah, I’ll figure something out later. *Dreamy sigh*. And now, Chris is thinking to himself “Jono… Always ‘what’ but never ‘how.” Ah, but this time is different. I’ve figured How I’m going to do it already. Good behaviour shouldn’t be too difficult and the only thing that worries me would be the excessive amounts I’ll be going out and the omnipresent risk of being busted smoking. Again. I’ll have to take extra precautions with that of course, and I’ve already had a number of ideas of how I’m going to conceal it. Smelling salts in the car, packets of tobacco taped under tables and copious amounts of deodorant. It’s all good. 
