Remember that thing I have...ughh what's it called...the one I'm suppose to do all of my balancing on. Oh, yes. A budget. Ring a bell? Yeah, me neither. Probably because I've been blowing my fricken budget like a whore on the Vegas strip. I've been coming up with some pretty noble justifications for myself though (aka excuses). I just moved into a new apartment, I should appreciate the U.S. currency after the headache of the Euros, I needed some things for school, I'd been working hard and needed to reward myself. The most recent excuse to pop into my head after spending an hour too long in the mall yesterday - 'it's my birthday...month'. Thank goodness for my savings and work schedule filled with the best shifts, or I'd be bringing the balance back to Iowa soon.
So, where has all this hard earned money from getting people obliterated, hoping they'll experience their own devastatingly humiliating blackout so I don't feel so bad about mine, gone? Well. If I reveal that, then I will start to feel guilty, and I really don't think that's going to help anything. No worries mama, nothing illegal or sketchy - just shallow and superficial, making me feel like a typical spoiled brat. Just know that I have not suddenly won the lottery or discovered a trust fund that my parents had been hiding from me all these years. The start of the school year always means money with the bar where I work, considering it's located across the street from one of Long Island's biggest universities. There was a little extra cash laying around, I took the opportunity to act like I have a lot more money than what I do, and after my birthday week with one of my best friends coming from home, it will be well past time to start saving again.
The blog was quiet this week, and the only reason I have to explain that one is school. There's something about reading Gerald of freakin' Whales and learning about the Spanish subjunctive that just drains all of my creativity and motivation. School has always been a love/hate relationship with me...over the summer I tend to forget about how much I hate it. When you combine five classes with a full time work schedule, there's not a lot of time left to recap my drunken nights or to criticize whoever is annoying me at the moment. 'It's time to be done' will be my most over-used expression in response to questions regarding school. It is absolutely time to be done.
Despite the mountain of homework that I never seem to make a dent in, the blog will not be abandoned. I have some newly discovered perceptions on school and my time management that I'll most likely ramble on about in the short future, ironically while I'm avoiding the books stacked next to my laptop. Those perceptions include screwing homework when necessary to do other productive things like blogging, yoga, and manicures. And I won't even need the excuse of my birthday for that.
Speaking of the birthday, it's tomorrow, and I'm officially falling into the age box of a grandma...abuela, yia yia, whatever you call that saint of a woman who makes your favorite cookies and never forgets to send you cards in the mail. I'm her age, in less than 24 hours. Being away from home around my birthday always makes me a little homesick, but that is where the glory of my most recent excuse comes in. Until the horror of it all passes, I'm going to spend my money on whatever my little, still youthful, heart desires. Before I have to buy things like wrinkle cream, depends, and glue for my dentures.
