Azure Freckles and Freckle Face join forces.
Azure Freckles is the actual link to my blog, as you already know, so I’ll go about describing that first. I got a car of my very own a couple months ago [hurrah], and it’s my dream car. A little while ago, my sister was very into, well she’s still very into, the kind of energy you learn about in karate and read about in the Celestine Prophecy. It sounds really weird, but it’s true. And she’s a horse finatic with the assistance of natural horsemanship, which includes energy use. She mentioned a story from her friend and mentor, Mandy. Mandy said that when you really want something, and you’re intune with nature and energy, you can think of what you want and get it. It can’t be some flimsy want, it has to be something that you actually want, something from deep down that is from the pure depths of your heart. Anyway, Mandy has an example of this. She was in the market for a new car. She had some specifications- she wanted it to be made in America to support american troops, she wanted it to be under 20 thousand dollars, and some other specs that I can’t remember anymore. The day after she planned this out for her car hunting, a friend of her husband’s called saying he had a new caddy in her price range for sale. Honestly, I would not have guess that she got that car for 20k. I think that’s a little insane of the seller. It was a fairly new car, only a couple of years, and it had more gadgets than Inspector Gadget. I’m pretty sure it gets good gas milage, and of course it was made in America. It was EXACTLY what she had hoped for. And if you ever meet Mandy, you’d know almost right away that she’s so intune with nature and energy she can read your thoughts. Actually, she can tell how you’re feeling because she can see auras… or really the energy your body puts off.
So when I first started looking at cars, back in the beginning of eighth grade, I was really wanting a toyota or a saturn. That was right when the Scion came out with it’s xA and xB, because my mom was waiting for her Prius and the guy at the dealership tried to convince her to get an xA instead of sitting on the waiting list. She wasn’t convinced. So when I was looking at cars, I thought of the xA. It seemed pretty nice, and it was Japanese, one of my qualifications. Okay, foreign was my qualification, but it still counts. And I was really hoping for a toyota, because both of my parents own toyotas and adore and swear by them.
So I went to their design your own car page, and found this cute little coupe, the tC. I recently found out that it’s called the tC because the xC was a volvo from years ago, and that’s why there’s a weird break in the x’s. xA, xB, tC, and xD. Awkward, yes, but it kind of makes sense because the tC is the curvy of the scions, and the others are more boxy. Anywho, I started designing away. I’m pretty sure I picked azure pearl paint, the prettiest of light metallicy blues, and all the other junk. It was quite fun.
So my mom says there’s an xA up for grabs, and we’re going to be seeing it on Wednesday. I didn’t manage to write down the exact date in my planner, but I think it’s in my school agenda. Maybe I can update this with that information later. Anyway, later my mom tells me exactly what happened with her phone call. She’s on the phone with her best friend, Tina. I swear she’s been friends with Tina for over ten years, and I can hold a conversation with her now. We don’t see her that often, but she use to be a household appearance, so I use that as evidence of their close relationship. And the fact that my mother doesn’t really have friends, since they never come over. So they’re on the phone, catching up, and Tina says something like, “my niece is selling her car.”
Mom: “well I’m looking for a car for Kassie, but she wants a scion.”
Tina: “Oh, well it’s a scion.”
Mom: “Oh, well Kassie wants a tC.”
Tina: “Oh, but it is a tC.”
That’s pretty much how it happened. We set it up for them to drive it over on Wednesday so I could take it for a spin and see if I liked it. My mom couldn’t remember what Tina had said about it being a tC, so that’s why she thought it was an xA. It was exactly what I had wanted. Azure pearl Scion tC, black interior, 6 disc cd changer in the trunk, 2005 but made in 2004, from a family friend, with less than 60,000 miles. Actually, the 60,000 was my mom’s wish, but it made it’s way into my qualifications. The point is, I must have been pretty connected with energy and nature because I got exactly what I wanted, for a hefty 11,000 that happens to be 2k under the kelly blue book that my mother is paying until I get a job. It’s going to be all my very own.
That’s where the azure comes from.
If you’ve ever seen a picture of me, then you know where the freckles come from. The dreaded Florida sun has freckled my body since birth. I guess I can kill two birds with one stone here, and make it to bed not long after one AM. I have very pale skin, probably because I’m half irish&german, and then half french, with some other stuff secretly squished in. I only tan if I manage to get a light sunburn and let it mature into darker skin, or if I stay out every day for a tiny bit and get a natural tan, which is why my arms seem to be five shades darker than my legs. My arms also have a lot more freckles. My face is the most freckly part of me though, probably because it gets the most sun exposure. I try not to walk around like a unibomber with my face in the shadows, and I do tend to wear long sleeves, thick or thin, because Florida can be comfortable in winter or with air conditioning. My face has so many freckles, you’d get lost trying to count the ones in a square inch of my cheek. I remember walking home from school for the first time in months, and noticing a few days later that the cheek that had been exposed to the most sun had become much more cluttered with freckles. Needless to say, I was disappointed. I’m beginning to think I’ll have to look like a backwards dalmatian to get darker skin. I’ll have to get so many freckles that they become my skintone. But I guess that’s more gross than paleness, because it’d turn out more like a brindle than a backwards dalmatian.
So I guess that’s the origin of both. Congrats, you’ve learned something about me. Now I’m going to sip some ice tea and go to bed, finally, so I can wake up to a stressful summer day and get more freckles. Hurrah.
