What's in a name?

OK all you muchachos, muchachas, margaritas and macarenas, I need your help. No, I don't need money (well, I do...who doesn't? Well, I guess Oprah doesn't. That wench is crazy rich. Anyway, so I'm not asking for money even though I do need money I just don't need your money). No, I'm not dying or anything (although it is hotter than Hell outside. And humid. I'm surprised my lungs didn't immediately collapse as soon as I stepped outside this morning). And no, I haven't been abducted by aliens, carried off by a hoard of kamikaze watermelons or been forcibly strapped to a chair in front of a television playing a loop of Rebecca Black's newest "song" while my eyes have been taped open so that I can't shut out the absolute horror from my mind. Nope, none of that.


Here be my dilemma, all you jive turkeys: 
I'm going to be attending the local university next year. Which means that I will be living back home for at least a year (please, pray for me). But home is about a twenty minute drive to the university. There are three of us in the house (me, Marge and Farge) and only two vehicles. SO. I decided that instead of having to rely on my parents driving me to school (HELL NO), I would be an adult and buy my own car. SO I DID. That's right, this gal (that's me, by the way...I'm this gal...in case you were wondering or something), went and got herself a hold of someone else's wheels and made them her own. 

Aye, look at that shine. She's a 'bute, isn't she? Or he. See? THIS is my dilemma. I don't know who this car is. I've had it for a month now and it has no name. Now, maybe that guy from America didn't mind that he rode though the desert on a horse with no name, but there is no way I want to keep driving through town in a car with no name. It's just so... wrong. All of the vehicles that I've ever driven have had a name. First there was the Evergreen, a '95 forest green Plymouth Voyager that I drove all throughout high school. I even bought a chrome license plate cover that had an LCD screen on it so that when I stepped on the brake, the message "EVERGREEN 4 LIFE!!" would start scrolling across the screen. I know what your thinking and, hells yes, I was one of, no, the coolest people in that school. How could I not be popular with wheels like that? After the Evergreen was retired, along came the Blue Pearl, a 2001 light blue Caravan. I know, I get all the best cars. 


I came up with both of those names. The Evergreen and the Blue Pearl. I knew those vans. Like, I knew them. They weren't just cars. Heck. No. They were an extension of me. It was like I myself had wheels. That would actually be really cool... ANYWHO. That little car up there? This gals car? I got nothin'. Nada. Zilch. Names have been going through my mind as of late, but nothing is sticking. THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN. I figured if anyone could help me sort this out, it would be you wonderful, amazing, stupendous people of the internets. And no, I totally wasn't trying to suck up to you all right then. Pfft. I would never suck up to anybody. Do I look like a vacuum to you?


So, if you guys decide to help me out, here's a little bit on info about the car:
Year: 2001
Make and model: Chrysler Neon
Colour: Brownish gold... or goldish brown. It changes with the light.


What are the names that I've already thought of?

• Neo (I'm SUPER CREATIVE)
• Nugget (Get it? Because it's GOLD... well, sort of gold)
• Bobbert The Brown
• Shit bucket
• Battlestar Craptica
• The Golden Girl
• ROFLCOPTER
• Edna
• Gilbert
• Pudding Pop
• Brown Chicken, Brown Cow
• ChaFUNK (...this is also what I call chipmunks)

I dunno. What do you guys think? Pick your favourite from the list of my names or let me know your suggestions by leaving me a comment! If I don't find a name for this thing, I'm going to have to start riding Blongster everywhere.