Money

Money talks, but all it ever says is good-bye ~ American Proverb

I went to Target today with my friend Claire, and because of my extreme discipline (yeah right, Hahaha), I was actually able to exit the store without giving into the urge to buy anything at all. Good for me! Anyway, we get outside and this guy comes up to us and starts asking for money. Apparently, his car got towed and he needs money to get back home and he showed me his Driver's License and everything. Now, I'm usually not the kind to fall for all panhandling stories, but for some reason I felt the urge to spread a little cash around. I've been stranded before, and I'd like to think that if I was desparate enough to approach virtual strangers for some dough, someone would have heart and help. I foisted off to him like 10 bucks, which was exactly the amount that he needed to catch a cab home. So hopefully he didn't blow it on drugs or something. And remember to pay it forward dude.

Moving right along...my parents are here this week. Now I love my parents to death but someone please tell me what is it with parents that they automatically have the power to revert an independent modern woman of the 21st century into a kid again? With a few choice words, they strip whatever level I've managed to place myself and make me think that my life choices are simply ludicrous. Makes me want to scream. I'm soooo glad that I'm not living at home anymore, I couldn't even imagine being once again subject to rules and CURFEW and getting permission to breathe! Anyway, they are leaving on Monday so I will be free as a bird once again!

Ok, I ended up blasting almost 100 bucks on eBay this weekend. I seriously am addicted, I need to get into a 12 step program or something. Someone needs to sponsor me to the Ebayers Anonymous program, because this is getting ridiculous. I bought the Roots DVD, Cleopatra and Quo Vadis. All of these are movies I watched when I was a kid, and I probably won't watch them, but I want to own them just to bring back the memories. Yeesh! Plus, a brand new Tenor Recorder, to continue my musical education. I really need some help. It's a good thing I was able to finagle some cash from the parents this week. I got money from both Mommy AND Daddy, how cool is that?

Obviously it went to my head and I got a little crazy, spending like a shopaholic, and giving bucko bucks to that dude at Tarjay! Oh well, money is meant to be spent. Better than sitting in the bank...hehehe.

Mood: Trying to stay sane and not revert to any childhood habits
Listening to: Nothing...ran out of Christian Jamz to play, anything else will just get me another lecture.