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I'm just so glad that the View is back on TV.

With the combination of afternoon school, a membership to the YMCA, and this, it couldn't get any better.

Well, of course it could. I need to spend less money. 

I'm not liking money right now, and I don't think that particular idea is new.

On a more disgusting, unhygienic note, I washed my hair last night.

I used to fear shampoos and conditioners, mostly shampoos. I did not like the feeling and overall appearance washing hair gives. It's big, it's poofy, it's nasty.

I managed to wash it, and it not explode. I was grateful.

Also, it's a lot less nasty.

In addition to adding something to my hygiene, I also met up with someone from my past. THIS PERSON IS SHELLY HUNSUCKER. SHE MADE ME LIKE READING AGAIN. IN MY SENIOR YEAR, I TOOK A CONTEMPORARY LIT CLASS IN WHICH SHE FORCED ME TO READ THE HANDMAID'S TALE BY MARGARET ATWOOD.

THIS IS A FASCINATING BOOK AND I RECOMMEND ANYONE READING IT. 

ANYWAYS, I CAME TO HER WITH EVERYTHING AND SHE DID A GOOD JOB CLEARING THINGS UP.

SHOUT OUT TO S. HUNSUCKER. HOW YOU DOIN'? ***

I am really glad that I was able to talk to her about my future, and she gave me constructive criticism.

This post is terribly topic-less.

Ugh. I feel like I am posting an extended update on Twitter.

I am a teenage girl.

On that note, here I am, as a teenager.

And on that note, I'm making new music. 

Less angst, more talent.

There it about 12 new ones up in this head of mine.

HOLD YOUR HORSES

love

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I am being comforted by the sounds of the television in the next room, where my mother is watching a program.

The reason this gives me peace is because I know that she is in there, while I am in here. It's that simple. 

She will not come into the living room (where I am) and ask me "What's going on?" or, "How was your day?", when she really might worry whether or not I'm alright, or depressed; more or less, 'out of it'.

I do love her.

What I don't really love is the amount of money I spent today. I don't like myself for that. 

I finally got around to paying for my broken computer screen today and although I had a lovely time driving around greater Tampa by myself, I dropped off $306.45 at the Screw Box, a local Mac repair shop. 

I'm glad it's working. But.

I'm also paying for:

-a child in Uganda, of which I have yet to begin contact with, that I might have to cancel, (as cold hearted as that sounds) $38/month

-tuition (roughly $1,000 dollars this semester, due to the miscommunication of my scholarship and my school)

- gas money ($60 a month, in a car with no air conditioning)

-clothes ($50 for this jacket, which at the actual store is $69, so that I can justify... file:///Users/matthewdodenhoff/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Originals/2009/Aug%2012,%202009/Picture%2021.png

I just don't know. I'm tired of this money thing. I don't think I can buy anything for a while, seeing as how my checking is around $100 right now, and my savings in half of that.

As Kimya Dawson once said...

'Everything is crumbling around me

Why does everything cost so much money

Could somebody please help out my family?'

That is how I feel today.

Aside from that, I had had a wonderful morning. I opened and I had a really good time. I really enjoy what I do there and although sometimes I deal with complete assholes, it's alright.

Honestly, it's ALRIGHT.

I'm doing good right now. Family vacation is around the corner, my body image/self-esteem is high, and like always, congestion is plaguing my nasal cavity. 

All in all, it's alright.

I also went to Urban Outfitters today. I don't see why it's so much money.

And I don't know why they have shirts that say 'socialist' on them. What's so bad about capitalism? Can somebody please tell me?

I guess I'm stupid, or maybe I don't listen to NPR as much as I used to.

Anyways, everytime I go into that store, it seems like I'm the only one. That's frustrating. Why? Because the focus is on you, and I get an overwhelming feeling that I need to buy something, just so the people who work there can keep their jobs. 

Totally irrational. 

But that's the point.

$16 for a shirt I can get at WalMart for $4, or even cheaper if I made it myself.

Maybe I should start making my own clothes. 

I don't see a problem in that. 

This song can easily make me cry, any day, anytime.