Today is one of those days that tickles your bum, scratches your throat, and eventually gives your spine the ol' tap. No, I'm not in prison - or am I?
I am so tired of planning and scheming - you know - wishin' & hopin' - plannin' and dreamin' a la Dusty Springfield, that I want to kill someone. It has been too long of thinking about how to get to England, what is necessary to do so, how much money can I possibly borrow from the government, yada yada yada. All I know is that it's not exciting anymore - it's frickass stressful. HOW AM I GOING TO PAY FOR ALL OF THIS SCHOOLIN', Y'ALL. How. And while we're at it like monkeys, can I really give up on going just because I'm scared I might have to come home due to lack of money? ARGH IT'S ALL SO FRUSTRATING. I guess I have to just fill out the damn FAFSA and just get this hoohaa over with, because there will be some serious scraping by to get somewhere.
Christmas was just dandy. I got a cashmere sweater & luggage, some Kors by Michael Kors smelly, and some other stuff that I can't remember. Isn't it funny how there is always a listing of Christmas presents? It's like I'm returning to school & writing baby's first essay on "What I Got for Christmas." I'm sure they don't do that now, since it's not PC to talk about Christmas, which I think is probably good. I could only imagine how hard it would be to have some heinous homelife & have to write about it - i.e. no presents, Daddy got boozed & smacked up everybody, etc. etc. Or, mommy died from pneumonia - she smoked too much & couldn't afford heating. I guess those kids ended up lying about what they got for Christmas. Or Hannukah. Or Kwanzaa.
I'll keep everyone updated on the status of no-money - although! I think I'm getting a raise! Yippee!