stuck

These last two days can kiss my ass. Tomorrow I will be wiping out my savings to pay for yet another semester at UTD. It really bugs me that I feel like I'm not getting what I pay for sometimes. Hell, with things are rough as they are in the job market, my degree might be just a scrap of fancy paper I keep at home while I stay a receptionist until a good job opens up. I wish I didn't end that with a preposition. I wish I went to a real school... listen to this whining! If wishes were dollars... Hopefully I'm only looking at two more tuition payments. I'm tired of spending three months or more out of the year with a tight chest while my bank account tiptoes around this black hole on my checking draft. So many things I wanted to do with my savings just disappeared into thin air. Every time this happens I wonder if I'm irresponsible with money. Shouldn't I be able to do all of this? One huge reason for my tight pay period is my own damn fault and that stings. I'll just have to look at the bright side. I can stay home and write more. I can eat fewer calories if I stay away from bars and eat at home. I can finally reorganize my closets and finishing unpacking. (Yes, I moved 2 months ago but I'm one of THOSE people who never quite puts everything into its place. BUT I do have things on the walls this time around!) Plus, I gained weight according to the scale at the doctors office yesterday. My shoes didn't weight enough to make me feel better about that. Couldn't someone direct that weight to my breasts please? I'm not sure where it's hiding, but I'm going to find it.

I would write more, but I'm in a whining, pissy mood so it would be pure torture to read. Time to go organize my work files. That makes me happy.