I just got back from my annual vacation in Michigan. We didn't do half as much as we did last year, but it was relaxing. Dan was able to drive up from Philly (since it's closer to Michigan than Missouri) for a couple days to visit. That was really fun, though bittersweet.

Student check-in starts in 38 days. That's a little over a month away. I'm excited, I guess. Not really about the academics or the smothering rules, but the people. I miss all my friends. Summer is no fun. No one lives around here, and there's nothing to do. And I never really have time nor the money to do anything either. I'm on my usual "spending fast" so I can half-way survive. I hate my life.

My job is torture, and I'm frustrated because my best efforts in that job will not allow me to make enough to put the $750 I'm ordered to put towards the school bill and at the same time survive financially during the semester. I wanted to bring my car down with me, but I would have to pay for insurance, and it doesn't look like I'll be able to. I haven't spent money on anything besides gas or a stop at the store to get shampoo or something every once and a while, but it's still not enough. If it's not being underpaid, it's the gas prices sucking away 25% of my income every week. The first chance I get I'm switching to BioDiesel.

Oh well, money isn't everything, that's for sure. It can buy a lot of things, but it can't buy happiness. A lot of people have it worse off than I do, so I shouldn't be complaining. I should be thankful that I at least have a job to come home to every summer, while most of my friends are struggling to find someone hiring for just the summer. I just can't wait until I'm out of school with a real job with real pay. Two years . . . maybe. . . .