I wish I didn't owe so much money. I'm making plans to travel this summer only to be informed that 'You aren't galavanting anywhere until you pay the money you owe me off'. Nothing hits below my metaphorical belt harder than an assertion of the fact that I might be saddled to here all summer and then the next three years (pending exam success) without partially fledged freedom. So my pledge is to do everything and anything to make some serious dollar. ANYTHING.
It doesn't help that I just keep planning to spend money I don't have on other things. I saw my tortoise hatchlings the other day: I'm calling them Herman and Hermione regardless of gender, I need to buy more comics and literature before I become a complete illiterate babbling mess and lose my capacity to formulate extended writing and I've accepted the fact that Harriet's gift I ordered online just isn't coming so I'll purchase another. The irony of the word 'purchase' is I'm the only one 'chasing' my pennies. One week of exams down and one more to go, my medication doesn't seem to be working as I'm back to sleeping most the day and it seems I find more motivation in staring at the wall than I do actually studying. Oh the trials and tribulations of being eighteen and so close to Summer break that I can touch it.
I desperately need a hair cut, might just attempt it myself.
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