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Read this if you're new (or bored...).
2005-01-10 - 10:26 p.m.
Just journaling
Yeah, I don't actually have a topic in mind right now. I've just been reading people's LiveJournals, and I felt like I should be writing more. I mean, that was on my to-do list, right? Of course, I really should be working on the Graduate School Applications of DOOM! Northwestern is due Friday. And I already owe the BF $75 from NYU and this is gonna be another 50. Plus I have at least two, maybe three more schools to apply to (stupid Columbia, making me think it was due in January and actually wanting it December 15). Hopefully I can find my textbooks dirt cheap online so I can use my parents' money to help me with at least one of these. It is technically a school expense, right? Also owe P $30 for the hotel for when we all go on the cruise. PLus, we'll have to start booking shore excursions soon. That's more money to owe the BF. I wish I had a credit card, or barring that, a checking account that wasn't completely controlled by my parents. Every time I bring that up, I'm told I have *three whole months* to worry about that. Because my mind works that way. Right. Must get appointment for permit. If the guys can teach me to drive, maybe I'll have a liscense by summer. Then, if I can persuade my mom to let me use a car next summer (or get jobs near bus stops), I can do some temp work. Better pay and more flexible than Target. I really, really don't want to go back to Target. You may have noticed that if you've ever read this weblog. I don't like that my birth certificate is in the hands of the passport people. BF asked me why. Um, because they have my birth certificate! I kinda need that! I've gotten no creative writing done over break. I wanted to work on all my stories, get some poetry banged out, and throw together at least part of a one-act. Maybe if I didn't have grad school applications and Target. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a lazy bitch. You know, if I do become a journalist, I may have to stop blogging. Newspeople are help to higher standards, after all. If people read my blog, they'll find out what a horrible typist I am, and then how will the paper look? The 26th is our 2nd anniversary. I don't know what he has planned, but after last year, I feel.... ominous. I want it to be incredible to make up for last year, but I jst know I'm gonna be disappointed. And he knows where I stand on stuff like this, so now I'm putting unfair pressure on him. And I really need to go shopping for the good gift I have in mind. After which, I'll probably have no money and will have to go to the bank again so I can pay back those debts. And my mom honestly thought getting $100 from the bank today would be enough to last me the next week, and then into the semester. I love it when parents are in denial. Bah. Was going through my brother's weblog. He has a lot of the same issues I do (nature? nurture? either way...). But he never mentions my parents or me. If that's indicative... then he's a lucky ass. I'm scared to death of disappointing my parents, and I feel this constant sense of competition with my brother. Bah. That's just it. There's no competition. He has me so squarely beaten that he needn't worry. So, P. I know these entries make you want to drink, so let me tell you about that cocktail I read about that made me think of you. I'll get you the precise recipe when we're back at school, but it involves beer, vodka, and the tiniest bit of tabasco sauce. Me? I want a Fuzzy Comfort. Look it up. Also an umbrella. How seven-years-old am I that I'm still hurt by that. Too obscure for you? Just ask.
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