The real world sucks.
If you can come up with a way to counter that, be my guest. I certainly can't, and I'm not just being a pessimist...
Yesterday, I deposited my first two paychecks at the bank and it finally sunk in how much money I don't have. Summer begins for me next Friday, and from here all I can see is work, college stuff, work, scholarship stuff, work, and maybe a little bit of fun.
I'm also trying to plan a spring break trip for next year with Cassie, Kailey, and Pinks. It's crazy. We're not wild partygoers, so Cancun is pretty much out, and the resort we've chosen is in the Riviera Maya. However, in order to be able to go, you have to sell one of your kidneys on the black market...
Oh, and gas prices! One week of working doesn't even fill my gas tank anymore. How am I supposed to get to school? To work? To anywhere? My friends and I decided that there will be much carpooling and much walking this summer. We have no other option.
This reality is terrible. Miserable, in fact. I'm seriously considering picking up a second job, a motion I am reluctant yet driven to make. If I do, I won't have any kind of last summer at all. If I don't, I'll just be broke.
Ick. I want to be five years old.
15 years ago
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