I'm too stressed out for an eighteen-year-old.

(Soon to be nineteen-year-old, thank you.)

College is stressing me out.
Just throwing that out there for any/everyone to see.

By Wednesday, I am hoping to have that phone.
And by Thursday, I am hoping to have mastered it.
The thing that I don't love about it is that it's touchscreen.
It's also going to be eighty bucks, which is four times as much as the Vu.
So let's hope that my parents let me get that one, because it's pretty sweet.

My LG Shine is sadly dead.
That was the greatest phone of all time.
....ALL TIME.

By the way, I decided that Kanye stole that redundancy from I Love You, Man. Shame on you, Kanye. Paul Rudd is so much more amazing than you are. In fact, you're so un-amazing that the lovely Lady Gaga is touring SANS you. And that means she'll be making money and continue to be "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich" (song title, hence capitalization and quotes) while you wallow in self pity because you destroyed the confidence of a poor, sweet nineteen-year-old girl.
MORE SHAME ON YOU, KANYE!

Ahem.
Anyway.
I have to go to the Social Security office.
My mom claims I lost my SS card, but she never gave it to me.
She has checked everywhere in her wallet, and can't find it anywhere.
So I might not even get my paycheck this time, and I'll have to wait until next month.
(Yeah, evidently work study at school pays students every month, which I find strange.)

SPEAKING OF WORK.
Overall my job rocks.
I like my supervisors.
I like my co-workers.
Its a chill place to be.
Blah, blah, blah.
I still need another job.
Being this broke totally sucks.


Well. That is all.
I'm sure I'll blog again soon.
Probably Wednesday or Thursday.
Seems to be a popular day to post.

Auf Wiedersehen.
xx