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Happy Belated New Year! Hopefully if I keep this diary long enough, a holiday will fall on a Friday so I don't have to resort to belated wishes all the time. But better late than never, eh?
My NYE was very quiet. Daddy bought a bottle of Lake Country red wine and we had cheese and crackers and some awesome venison summer sausage one of my bros-in-law gave us. With three brothers-in-law that are all voracious hunters, our freezer is always well stocked with their kills every winter. I'm already craving venison stew, especially the way TF makes it.
If I'm not careful, I'm gonna drool on my keyboard, so on to less delicious topics.
My tuition is due next week, so I'm preparing to plunge into my bi-yearly financial depression (as if having $58 dollars to my name -- 50 of which are on reserve for Best Buy -- isn't enough to warrant hopping on the Pity Me Express). After I fork over more of my savings, I need to go see my advisor about making up Renaissance. I decided that I'll take Shakespeare here, even though the professor that failed me is teaching it. What it comes down to is laziness -- it's bad enough I have to find a class to make up for Renaissance, I don't want to add Shakespeare in too, especially since I'm already registered for it. The way I see it: I've already done all the work for Renaissance, so hopefully a kind-hearted professor in the Lit department will guide me through Independent Study so I can get my credit and begin the MST program like I'm suppose to this summer. Hope springs eternal.
I won't get into a 2003 recap or resolutions or anything sentimental like that. I have an idea of what I need to do and where I want to be and hopefully by this time next year I'll have figured out how to get there. I feel like I'm glossing over everything, but I'm ready to move forward, onward, and upward. And so I will.
Ugh. Village Photos isn't allowing outside linking with free accounts (read: me), so until I can find somewhere free to host my images, y'all get to admire the lil red x where my image should be.
Meanwhile, I'm back job hunting, since my piddly amount of money just won't cut it. And as much as I enjoy having All Access advantages at Mom and Dad Savings and Loan, I feel like a mooch, and I can't stand moochers! I'm related to too many moochers, knew too many moochers, and will not add to it. But... ::sigh:: until I find something, I'll have to be a mooch. And I guess it's okay, since it's not like I'm not doing anything to end all this mooching fun -- free food, someone to do the laundry, no rent, no nothing.
Mooching with a purpose,
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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