You know, sometimes I get the impression that I'm only welcome at my house as long as I still have money.
I'm about to be broke, you see. I owe $600 or so for tuition, and I have less than that in my account. Of course, my father still owes me $400, but you know and I know that I'm never going to see that money. Just like the money Roachboy owes me. I can just kiss it goodbye. (BTW, if you happen to be bored enough to go to Roachboy's little page, be certain to tell him how ugly his color scheme is.)
Now, I'm sure many of you are asking, "Who is this anonymous guy whose page your hosting?". I've been asked to keep him anonymous, but I can tell you that he seems like a nice guy, and he asked me to include his journal on my site nicely. I'm a sucker for politeness.
So, I am now too poor to afford any of the books I want. And there's a lot that I want....I'm being forced to read all the semi-interesting non-trashy romance novels in the house. I'm trying to stay away from trashy romance novels because they eat away your brain.
Shit, I keep forgetting to get the money Katie owes me for the Aerosmith Ticket....somebody remind me to ask her the next time I see her.
I'm listening to one of Jello Biafra's spoken word albums right now. For those of you who don't listen to my stuff, Jello Biafra was the lead singer of the Dead Kennedys. I'm sure that helped.
I was in Calculus, doing my usual, which consists of writing a letter to C-- (that I'll probably never send), while furiously scribbling notes. I noticed that the guy next to me was drawing a rather crude portrait of our professor on his notes. She's ugly, short, and cheerfully mean. But the guy wasn't doing her justice. She's much uglier in real life.
Oh, I'm sure the whole world is up at arms about Bill and What's-Her-Name. Who cares. I sure don't, but I spend several hours a night doing homework and hoping that I'll have enough money to pay my rent for the month. Diarist.net is doing a current events section. I told them it was a waste of time, but no-one ever listens to me.
If it's any consolation, I'm not pregnant!
I didn't get anything done, really, except going to class. I'm broke, it shows, and I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night (I got to bed at 1:30).