When tomorrow finally does get here, and I mean the real tomorrow, I’ll be ready.

// Campus Life Confessions #2: Is it over before it began?//

School starts tomorrow and with it come a crapload of new problems.

I am moved in on campus in what appears to be a dorm straight out of the 1970s (community bathrooms and all) and it is just not really my cup of tea here.

I feel no urge to hang out with my roommates or mix and mingle at the little housing events. Am I emo or am I just acting like a 20 year old?

But anyways, I got my student bill today and apparantly not all of my loans covered the costs, which put me into quite the predicament. Should I stay or should I go? If I were to pay these loans, it would have to be out of my pocket, which really sucks when you work and only make minimum wage and I would also be paying for a craptastic living arrangement that I honestly did not sign up for.

With that said, should I stay living on campus and get a taste of the college experience or should I save my money and just move elsewhere on campus renting a room at my cousin’s house.

Decisions, decisions.

What should I do?

// Confessions of a Spendaholic//

You Can’t Buy Family

Growing up I never knew my dad. To me, he was just some guy my mom got pregnant by when she was 17. I never felt like he tried to be my dad and I have one memory of him and that was spending a weekend at his house when I was 13. It was a forgettable weekend.

My mom was a single parent and had her share of loser boyfriends, having my brother by another loser and my brother and sister by stepdad who unfortunately was deported.

So in a way I can honestly say that my life has not been easy. I lived in a trailer with my aunt for four years just to go to a better high school because where I used to live was extremely ghetto and had a really horrible education system.

I was honestly ashamed of myself throughout those 4 years, I went to school with kids that were richer than me and had everything handed to them, while I had nothing. I didn’t talk to anyone much really and kept to myself a lot because I felt that I was not good enough.

When I finally got my first job I was able to buy myself the things my mother could never give to me. I could dress the way I wanted to and be the person I always felt I really was. I’m not saying that the clothes made me who I was, but in a way they shaped me to be who I wanted to become.

Now I’m going through some more family difficulties and it’s just made me realize that everything I have, I’ve earned myself and its something to feel good about. I know I’m going to have those days where I feel like shit and the world is lonely, but I know I’ll have my family. And that is something you just can’t buy.