Financial desperation isn't half bad if you: 1) are single, 2) haven't claimed any dependents on your tax refund, 3) own a camera. If you are missing one of these, find a friend that qualifies. If you have no friends, my condolences.
Let's put it this way: books are to college kids what trains are to hobos. That is to say, essential if you would like to go anywhere. And with my major, I'm likely to experience both realities.
My dad worries I'm not selfish enough. His view of me is a hippy-dippy born-again who throws her money violently at the homeless, and if on the Upper East Side, burns it. This simply is not so. However, all fathers would like to think their children kind and ridiculous, so I allow him the illusion.
My closest friend B and I have run into the predicament of not being able to afford basic college supplies, such as books. Thus, we have decided to take a weekend trip over to the nearest plasma donation site, slice open our largest vessels, and see who can fill their bag the quickest. We have rescheduled this trip several times now, mainly due to B's aversion to needles, pain, and blood, and the convenient cropping up of other, less distressing activities, such as watching an entire season of Gossip Girl, or walking in on a Shriner's rally (to be featured in this blog at a later date).
However, she has finally convinced herself that this Saturday is the day. We have three cars of people to document the event. Often enough, most things aren't worth doing unless you can document them properly on Facebook. Who needs memories if you can't make other people feel bad for not having as much fun? The photos will be featured shortly after.
Let's put it this way: books are to college kids what trains are to hobos. That is to say, essential if you would like to go anywhere. And with my major, I'm likely to experience both realities.
My dad worries I'm not selfish enough. His view of me is a hippy-dippy born-again who throws her money violently at the homeless, and if on the Upper East Side, burns it. This simply is not so. However, all fathers would like to think their children kind and ridiculous, so I allow him the illusion.
My closest friend B and I have run into the predicament of not being able to afford basic college supplies, such as books. Thus, we have decided to take a weekend trip over to the nearest plasma donation site, slice open our largest vessels, and see who can fill their bag the quickest. We have rescheduled this trip several times now, mainly due to B's aversion to needles, pain, and blood, and the convenient cropping up of other, less distressing activities, such as watching an entire season of Gossip Girl, or walking in on a Shriner's rally (to be featured in this blog at a later date).
However, she has finally convinced herself that this Saturday is the day. We have three cars of people to document the event. Often enough, most things aren't worth doing unless you can document them properly on Facebook. Who needs memories if you can't make other people feel bad for not having as much fun? The photos will be featured shortly after.
