Shop Til You Run Out Of Money

Three days ago, I never knew I could be so happy. I bought tons of Apple stuff. Tons as in, an iMac, a Wacom tablet, an iHome, a Time Capsule, a printer (free with the computer), and an iPod (also free with the computer). And it was only in that moment that I realized that spending money in order to buy something is exactly like bartering. Only... more capitalist.

You see, I've always been a hoarder of money. When I was younger, I hid money in one place and whenever I got the chance, I would count it and make a note of it on my money notecard along with the date. For some reason, I always thought that I was going to buy something huge with it - a cell phone, a Game Boy, a something - but it never turned out that way. I'd always end up getting something that was waaaaay over my head - a guitar, a new gaming system and all its accessories, a new computer - and then I'd ask my parents for it as a gift, only I'd be paying half of it. So, instead of getting a $600 guitar for both my birthday AND as a Christmas p

resent and thus deducting from my overall present count, I'd pay $300 of my precious dollars and then get it for Christmas. And I'd still have April 30th to look forward to each year when my birthday came around.

Shopping for college is like going out to buy things as if I were moving out of my parents' house; you actually need everything and anything you can think of at college. Except toilet paper. Hopefully. I made a list and I never knew that you needed so many things to live on your own. It's amazing, but this is what college is for, right? Preparing you for the real world? Or something like that. 

Along with all the technology that I got, I also bought 100% Egyptian cotton bath towels, which I love and a bunch of Tommy Hilfiger bed sheets and I'm planning on getting a lot of (very) thick blankets from L.L. Bean. Hey, it's cold in Maine. And though I'd rather be too cold than too warm, it's never better to be prepared in case a roommate leaves a window open one cold February night. Trust me.

And so, I immerse myself into work which I probably won't continue

 with, or I might just do it as a hobby. This is what I've been working on with the help of Haley, who's been putting up with my laziness and OCD with outlining, which isn't a very good combination.