If you ain't happy, honey,

But I need to save money this summer, and really for the rest of my life. I’ve been around one or two people in my short life who have $20-100 weekly allowances (and then most of my friends are poor schmucks like me.) But there are always those Bergen County fellows that fool you into thinking you have the same kind of buying power as a teenager. But I really don’t. There is a mental, addictive quality in buying small things every day. But every day I burn a hole in my wallet.

This summer I just need to take up some sort of job, even if I have no internship in mind. There needs to be rationale in my life, some sort of pinching like everyone else. I honestly have more than I need; a coffeemaker, a 5-year-old sketchbook, an IPod for Pete’s Sake! I bought my favorite tea tonight, so I am really set (but I really want to buy a cup of coffee tomorrow when I do homework at Borders…yes, I’m crazy.) Sometimes I’m so afraid of failure that I didn’t plan super-well for my summer but I still have a chance to be in DC. Any scraps of money my mom gives me will be devoted to securing a job for this semester and the eventual summer. Four months in New Jersey with nothing to do is deadening.

I need to let this caffeinated crazy out. And I need to pray. And be smart. Thank you, tumblr.