I returned my Tracker and bought a Honda Civic EX. She's beautiful - dark blue with grey interior - my absolute favorite color in a car. I haven't been able to pick a perfect name for her yet, so if you have any suggestions, please send them along. I'll try to get a picture of her up as soon as possible.

Last night I watched Lost in Translation for the first time. What struck me most was the sense of purposelessness. I think everyone feels that way for a majority of their lives, we just repress it and put up a sociably acceptable facade. Combined with Friday night's viewing of Closer, I've realized how skeptical I am about society. Not only are we incapable of loving other people, though we never stop searching for it, but we are incapable, also, of being honest, especially with ourselves. Love that is not an infatuation or an obsession is rare. Honesty, though we crave it, is not something we can ascertain. Everything is distorted in this world - everything that could be good is tainted. Though I have believed the innumerable lessons that I learned about this fact from Sunday school, I have never actually been aware of its effects on the people and situations around me. It is sad to think that so many of the people that I meet, even ones I care about, will live and die without knowing anything more than an existence that is purposeless, dishonest, and devoid of love.