I so can't wait for this day to be over. My exam tomorrow will go swimmingly and I'll be on my way to OK in no time. I'm not really even partial packed in all seriousness but here I am wasting time reading about how to prevent image theft (which is impossible...) to try and make my bosses happy. I have two more hours of work to go tomorrow. I'm so ready for a break. I have to go to the bank tomorrow. I'm also going to have to borrow money from my mom it looks like. *sighs* I hate being poor. I sincerely hate looking at my financial situation for the next two months and realizing that I have a whole $80 after I pay all of my bills. I was never this poor before college. Even when I was working fast food in Smalltown, KY. *sighs* *is feeling bitter* And my mom seems to think that I just blow the wads and wads of cash that Berea throws at me...sometimes I just want to sit her down and show her where my money goes. *sighs again* Anyway, I leave for therapy in about 20 minutes so I'll go rant there for a bit.
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Date: 2004-12-16 01:51 pm (UTC)From:When my dad was helping me, as I first got into college, he discovered that the $200 I got for 'home living' wasn't nearly enough of what I needed (as that barely covered the rent, let alone my share of utilities and food, in the house I was sharing with two other students) when I held onto my receipts for a month and presented them to him to go over.
I'm sure things will work out, and that you'll do well with your exam.