July 9th, 2003

Tests suck

They definitely, definitely suck.

I looked in my friends list yesterday, and I got a surprise. There's about seven people on that list. I've never seen any of these people's journals. I suppose people just see the name "Psyche" and automatically want to add me to their lists so they can worship the life that I lead. But rarely talk about on here. lol
Quite flattering actually.

I know exactly what I'm going to do today. And that is....nothing. Nada. Not a single, solitary, damned thing. Mmmm....I can't wait. I'm just going to lie in the pool and relax and make my tan even darker than it already is. That's the life.

At the moment though, I'm doing something. *gasp* How horrid, I know. The thought of actually doing something chills my bones, too.
But this has to be done. I'm estimating the cost of the next two years here at Richmond Community College. I'm trying to determine how long it'll be before I can buy a new car. And, by new, I mean a car that will be new for me to drive. Not a completely brand-new car. Wow. What a dream that is.
After I'm done with that, I can estimate the cost of living expenses and such at UNC-Pembroke for two or three years. Thus, telling me when I'll be able to afford a very small apartment of my own.

The only problem with all these calculations is that I have take into consideration the fact that the cost of living anywhere goes up each year.
What a drag.

I have a student in about five minutes. Yay.