Money

Money. I love it, but for some reason it never wants to stay with me. Have I offended it? I have to admit, I'm a user--I spend WAY too much money. Why do I have so many expenses? Parking for the year here at school--much, MUCH!! too expensive--various fees which I cannot even begin to explain (though my friend Nicole knows all about it :>) , gas--now OVER $3 a gallon, mind you--car payments, student loan payments--will it ever end? Probably not--I need money! Anyone want to contribute? It'll go to a good cause... :>)
I have no moolah--let me count the ways. We'll start with the obvious, my very, very poor bank account. The balance is pitiful, and I'd be laughed off this blog by stating the digit--digitS, I mean. My gas tank also shows my lack of money, because I've been putting off getting gas b/c of the expense, when it really would have been smarter to get it earlier b/c now it's more expensive than ever. My bank statement letters also show my pitiful lack of money--why do I need it so much? Even buying a soda is a major expense nowadays, but to me, sadly, soda is a necessary expense--right up there with the soap opera magazines and M&M's :>) Just kidding, Mom! About the M&M's, I mean :>)
I know I sound like I'm obsessed with money, and being really annoying. That's me, though--not the obsessed with money part, just the annoying part. I'm really not obsessed with money until I need it--which brings me, in a roundabout way, to why I'm writing this blog entry.
You see, I am buried in homework. It's my only fault--I'm the idiot who chose to take 18 credits this semester. That really wouldn't be so bad, if all but one weren't lit classes--hello, reading! I'm usually a fast reader, but I don't understand 17th century language. And really, am I going to use this information after school anyway? I'm not going to even remember these books after the semester is over. What is the point--
Sorry, rambling, again. Breathe, girl, breathe. OK, better now. Back to the real reason for this blog entry. If you're still reading this, I give you kudos--you must really have a lot of free time to be reading this nonsense :>)
Man, how Mary Poppins is that? I wanted to substitute "garbage" for "nonsense," but that somehow sounded wrong. Don't you hate when that happens? You know what garbage reminded me of, though, in a weird way? The stirfry I had for dinner tonight. It wasn't garbage--it was really good. I didn't finish it, though, and had to throw it in the garbage. Ta-da, garbage and garbage! Isn't it strange how the mind works? You know what--
Crap!! I did it again. Focus, focus!! Ok. Remember from ten minutes ago when I said I was buried in homework? Well, I do not want to do it. So, in procrastinating, I hung out in a friend's room for over an hour. Then I came back to my room, honestly intending to start my homework. But then I had to check my e-mail--you never know what you might get! Anyway, a pop-up asked you to pick your favorite candy bar and you'd win a free Ipod or something. I saw the pictures of M&M's and began salivating. For those of you that know me, I haven't had any chocolate in weeks--WEEKS--because of my teeth. (It's another long story I'll save for later.) So I went to the machines, but my card wouldn't work. No problem, I thought. I have change in my wallet. Wrong! The candy was eighty cents, and I only had 47 cents. Doesn't it figure?
Hence me complaining that I have no money, which led to this blog. That explanation doesn't really make sense, but really, when does anything I say do?
So, as I come to the end of this longer-than-planned blog, I would just like to say that I found fifty cents in my desk drawer. Yea, me! So, I'll leave you avid readers to peruse my other dumb entries--feel free to leave your honest comments--try to be nice though, ok? Or else I'll be forced to buy another pack of M&M's.
On second thought, send a bad comment or five. Just send me 80 cents with each one though, ok? Thanks!!

Summer's End

Wow. It doesn't seem real--being back here at school. I remember when I left--I was so excited about the upcoming summer. Being at home with my family and friends--it was going to be great!

It was great, and it was definitely the most interesting summer I've ever had, with it's usual up and downs. I picked up human excrement voluntarily for one of my jobs in many places, and one memorable time in the checkout aisle at K-Mart--it's funny now, but believe me, it was NOT funny then!-- and helped rude people in another job. And despite this--and many, MANY other stories I can't wait to share with my friends--I wanted to stay. I didn't want to come back to school, and get in the groove of things. Tests, quizzes, studying, homework, pesto wraps--bad memories come back to haunt me.

And then every time I think of something bad I think of something good--the exercise I desperately need, seeing my friends, and hopefully future trips to the dollar store. For every bad memory there are ten good ones. Memories of my Florida vacation, memories of working with the best people in the world in the Financial Aid office at JCC--hi, Suzanne!!--getting to go home every night--it was the best. It was a very, very busy summer, but one I'll never forget.

This entry may seem like a lot of pointless chatter, so you'll have to forgive me. I'm feeling a little--ok, a lot--out of it tonight. I'm exhausted. I miss my parents and sister, who helped move me into my room today, and I'm choosing to be a big baby--I don't want to go to school! That would mean that summer has ended. Do I have to grow up? I know I have to face reality--summer is over--officially over as of 9:00 am tomorrow morning. The start of my first class and a brand-new semester. Thinking about the entire semester makes me want to crawl into bed and stay there for ten years. Ten hours would even be good.

When's our first vacation?