Looks like my car is fragged. x.x Some part wore out (grandparents didn't say which one), and they have to ship a new one to the repair shop. Apparently it wasn't anything I did--the part just reached the end of its useful lifetime. So I won't get my car back until this weekend at the earliest.

This means that I pretty much can't go anywhere but class and errands for Mom, and when I do I have to take her van, which feels like a bus compared to my car.

On the bright side, the grandparents are insisting on paying for it--they wouldn't even tell my parents how much the repair is costing them. One less thing to pay for...