You see, dearest internet diary: It's currently 11:03 PM as of writing this very sentence. I'm lowkey on a time-crunch to recount my day. Whatever if I don't actually have to hyphenate time-crunch I do what I want it's my page. Anyway, today has been fairly... uneventful? I haven't done too much. Ever since I had my first job roughly 1 1/2 years ago I seriously recognize all too well how much money dictates what I can do and what I want. I gained ambition working for fast-food and now I need to grind. However, it's my final stretch of senior year and I don't want a job that might distract me from finishing off the school year well. It's not like I'll have any real world consequences at this point... I just don't want to disappoint my teachers :(. I'm going to hopefully go to Walmart tomorrow (the only store in my town) with my parents and force them to purchase what I want because even though I have the money for what I want, I plan on saving $600 for a specific date. It won't be the end of the world if I don't achieve that goal, but the whole point of setting that goal is to prove that I can save cash. I'll be on track to by that date but that still doesn't mean I won't suffer before then. I kind of regret that one purchase I made roughly a month ago. I can't refund it now though, can I? I live with my choices. I always thought myself a frugal person and when I go against my nature I suffer. That'll be the title of today's entry, "I Suffer." Ooh, it's 11:11. Make a wish! Augh, it's gone now. I wasn't able to make a wish so I hope you're happy.
Really, I woke up at a fairly reasonable time today. Before 12 PM. I need to wake up quite early today if I want a chance at travelling to Walmart with the parents. I need white paint, Crayola markers, and weights. I plan on finishing my room's paint before my break is over so I need to make haste. Monday's almost over and I've done nothing. Well, I fufilled some creative whims. Including this. That's nice. Yeah. This is less of me telling you the events of my day and more my soapbox. Ah, what did you expect? Some mind-numbing itinerary? Not here, that's for sure. God, you see, all my problems would be solved if I had a little more cash. Help me make my life a little bit more beautiful? That's what Maslow said helps. God, you wouldn't go against Maslow, right? Your chosen people? Humbug. I've really got to sleep then to achieve my dreams. If you're reading this, please cast a money abundance spell. If you send me a bad luck omen Why You!!!