RExburG CHILLS

Beholders!

I'm at my old roommate's house, chillin'. Skin is dry, lips are chapped.

Here's the rundown:

Getting braces on the 15th. Good times? Only to the extent that my teeth will no longer be stupid.

School starts on Sept 9th. And I also have orientation for tutoring.

I think intermediate macroeconomics will be my most difficult class, and then linear algebra.

I still get mistaken for a 16-year-old.

I've made a detailed budget sheet in excel. It makes me feel cool.

I think I'm going to go for a master's in accounting, which means that I'll have to go to a community college or something after I graduate to get some prereqs. Accounting wouldn't be too hard, and I'd always be sure to have a job. It wouldn't be my favorite thing to do, but I also wouldn't hate it. And I could do it from home, I've heard. Or part-time. So that's my longer-term plan.

I love my new guitar.

I'm going to be living on spaghetti, PB&honey sandwiches, and bagels with honey this semester, with the occasional cereal 'n milk, or whatever I have leftover from last semester. 400 dollars per semester, 27 per week. It'll work. I'm frugal.

I bought new scriptures today, and a new case. Mini ones. I wish I knew what the heck happened to my old ones...I wish someone would return them.

I love/hate my new style. I love it because it's different, and because it's obnoxious at myself, but I hate it because it's obnoxious. But it's a lot of fun to pretend to be someone else on the outside. Although my insides are still the same. I may put on any image I want, but as soon as I start talking, that image will be ruined and will instantly be replaced with "Chloe". I cannot hide what's inside. I kinda wish I could, just for fun. Just to be obnoxious still. But alas, the Chloeness oozes out from my mouth.

I made cake today. It was awesome.

I don't want school to start. I want to stay on vacation. Which means that it is time for school to start. My vacation meter is filled up for three more semesters.

Michael Johnson is Leaving

Sooo....the Michael Johnson is leaving on his mission. I'm gonna miss him. I want to hate the situation, but it must be for a good reason that things are like this. I need to get back to school so I can occupy myself so I don't have to miss him, though. Also, I'm planning on buying a new guitar. About $300. Yamaha FG730S. It sounds awesome. And other good qualities. I'm gonna get braces, too. Paid for out-of-pocket, full amount, by myself. Not good times. Doing this means that I'm gonna have to live with my parents for my internship, which sucks, but whatever. I'm also gonna get a pretty crappy internship. But I need braces. And I do not exaggerate. I never spend money unless I really need or really want something, and in the case of braces, it's both. My teeth are messed up.

But I miss Michael Johnson. He leaves this Wednesday, the 18th. At least I get to email him, although he can't reply. And I can write him too.

So, I'm ready for going back. My vacation meter is filled up.

Boredom

Aaaah.....no homework, no tests, no schedule, no stress, no life....

I hate unstructured time. I wish I had a job, or deadlines, or a purpose, or something.

I'm done with my free-time-ness. I want a break where I have things to do, places to go, people to see. A purpose. A life. But alas, I have all this free time, and nothing to do with it. I wish I could transfer this time to next semester.

Update: Nearly done

Two classes done. Three to go.

Sweet salvation is near

And the end is nigh at hand.

Calculus study party hardcore fantasticness!!!

The End

Three weeks.

Three weeks.

Three weeks.

Thank goodness.

Goals

New Goals:

1. Go to swing dancing and Ballroom dancing every Wednesday and Friday night. Become good. Impress my friends.

2. Look forward to Fridays.

3. Push myself to get better in running.

4. Have better leg muscles than Aurora.

5. Learn to skateboard.

6. Learn to play blues-type guitar with my new SLIDE.

7. Survive the last two weeks of school.

8. Exercise and diet myself to a sexy body.

9. Read a good book all the way through.

10. Make an effort to go to bed at a reasonable time for the next two weeks.

Stupid Fridays.

'Nuff said.