Standing on the edge of summer...
Well, I've come to the conclusion that this year is going to make me broke, insane and hassled. All of these revelations came to me just now and you'll realize them as well as I recap my last couple of days at Water Street.
I moved in, went home to go to Six Flags with my beauties Val, Des, Jules and Alanna and came back. Joey and Val, my bestest buds had helped me rearrange all the furniture in my room so that it was slightly lived-in. It looks okay so far, but there needs to be alot of fixing up, scrubbing and lighting installed. It's so dark in here, it's like I never feel energized enough to do anything. I hate it. I really do. I'm thinking of painting the walls. My rommates have red walls and it looks incredible. I was also thinking of buying a Polaroid and making every person who comes into the room take a photo and write something on it, for a mural on the wall. I prefer he second option. I think it's more funky.
I have my checkbook and I've already written two checks at the bookstore totalling over 350 dollars and I've only purchased like 5 books. I can't sell my old ones back until next semester either. My French book, which is another 120 dollars is OUT OF STOCK and won't be in for a long time, which is absolutely perfect because I need it for my first class on my first day. Lovely. I had to use my credit card to purchase an overly extrava gant router for the room as well as other computer items. I paid cash for groceries twice so far and thats set me back 75 dollars and what is there in our refrigerator? Juice, and vegetables. We aren't given toilet paper, or garbage bags, doing laundry is an awakening of sorts where you have to buy a card for 3 bucks, then fill it with cash, 2 dollars per load and another two dollars to dry. I'm going to be sucked of every penny I've saved since last year, and it sucks big time.
I need to go hunting. Job hunting, that is. I do not want to go back to work at Abercrombie because I hate it there. It's so convenient because it's right across the street from my dorm, but I think I'm just going to forge forward and find a job somewhere else that's more comfortable and for cryin' out loud, a place that plays good music. I cannot work at another place that plays the sorriest excuses for the thing I love most in this world.
Wow, this whole entry was a total downer, wasn't it? Ah well, I'm having fun so far, just at a high expense. I've met some cool people and I'm glad to see my old cronies from last year. I just want classes to start so the wheels can start moving and I can get back into the groove. Not to mention, there are some awesome shows coming up for me.
Anyway, I'm gonna go clubbing with the gay Water Street boys for lack of anything better to do. Later Skaters.
I moved in, went home to go to Six Flags with my beauties Val, Des, Jules and Alanna and came back. Joey and Val, my bestest buds had helped me rearrange all the furniture in my room so that it was slightly lived-in. It looks okay so far, but there needs to be alot of fixing up, scrubbing and lighting installed. It's so dark in here, it's like I never feel energized enough to do anything. I hate it. I really do. I'm thinking of painting the walls. My rommates have red walls and it looks incredible. I was also thinking of buying a Polaroid and making every person who comes into the room take a photo and write something on it, for a mural on the wall. I prefer he second option. I think it's more funky.
I have my checkbook and I've already written two checks at the bookstore totalling over 350 dollars and I've only purchased like 5 books. I can't sell my old ones back until next semester either. My French book, which is another 120 dollars is OUT OF STOCK and won't be in for a long time, which is absolutely perfect because I need it for my first class on my first day. Lovely. I had to use my credit card to purchase an overly extrava gant router for the room as well as other computer items. I paid cash for groceries twice so far and thats set me back 75 dollars and what is there in our refrigerator? Juice, and vegetables. We aren't given toilet paper, or garbage bags, doing laundry is an awakening of sorts where you have to buy a card for 3 bucks, then fill it with cash, 2 dollars per load and another two dollars to dry. I'm going to be sucked of every penny I've saved since last year, and it sucks big time.
I need to go hunting. Job hunting, that is. I do not want to go back to work at Abercrombie because I hate it there. It's so convenient because it's right across the street from my dorm, but I think I'm just going to forge forward and find a job somewhere else that's more comfortable and for cryin' out loud, a place that plays good music. I cannot work at another place that plays the sorriest excuses for the thing I love most in this world.
Wow, this whole entry was a total downer, wasn't it? Ah well, I'm having fun so far, just at a high expense. I've met some cool people and I'm glad to see my old cronies from last year. I just want classes to start so the wheels can start moving and I can get back into the groove. Not to mention, there are some awesome shows coming up for me.
Anyway, I'm gonna go clubbing with the gay Water Street boys for lack of anything better to do. Later Skaters.