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I was getting a little nervous because I hadn't heard from my Anatomy & Physiology Professor and I need my book. School starts Tuesday! I am weird about having it "all in order". When my surroundings are organized, I feel as if I actually have control of my life. (I know ;)

 

Wednesday, I get this long ass email with an attachment of THIRTY TWO pages to study BEFORE Tuesday. She says we'll be going extremely quickly through the material and finishing chapter one on the first day. SO I have memorized the Ventral Cavity (and its contents), the Dorsal Cavity (and its goodness). Now I am on the Systems - Like Digestive, Urinary, Skeletal, etc. I still have tons more pages to memorize.

 

I bought my book from Amazon yesterday cuz they only sell them brand new at the bookstore (RIPOFF) A way to make money off the poor college students. It was $232 at school (And a lecture notes, lab notes booklet is an additional $67). I found the book used for $145. I paid $12 to have it shipped by Friday. I have the HOPE Grant and it pays for $50 towards books so it should cover the lab & lecture booklet. I hope.

 

I am broke as hell. Had to use Ma-Ma's credit card for the book.  I paid $55 from my Amazon account where I've earned money and I also transferred $100 yesterday. So all I owe her now is $213 for the ticket.

 

And my honey's car payment was due on the 13th. I have no funds for that even available. I get paid today & so does he, so hopefully that'll be enough for rent. And I have to pay his cell bill, the interlock fee....Whoa. Too much to think about huh?

 

Screw it. I cannot do a damn thing about it. I am here at work, aren't I? I’m in school trying to do better, aren't I? What else can I do exactly?

 

ON a happy note: Today is Ray's B-day (That's my stepdad- But not technically since my mom divorced him 5 years ago...He lives next door to my grandma, so he is still a frequent member in our life) Mom has mixed emotions about it. Some days she gets pissed saying that she doesn't want him around, some days she invites him for dinner. Who knows. We are all meeting at Ma-Ma's for cake...I'll have Miller Lit instead.

 

My book (daily devotional) was lame today. It said how the way you dress tells people who you are. Screw that. What if I can't afford to dress exactly how I think I am? I wear jeans & t-shirts & sneakers every day. They're clean clothes, but from Goodwill. And I look a little adolescent (I think). I have tons of clippings from magazines that I would love to have the money to buy: summer dresses, business suits, cute slacks, sandals & blouses...I am on a Goodwill budget so I look like I do because of that. I don't look scruffy, but I don't WEAR my personality.

 

Gooday Mates.