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Textbooks for the next semester just plunged sharp-toothed jaws into my finance-conscious heart. $250 for most of them, although I expect to pay another $120 ish on the rest, just to take some of the burden from my parents. They shouldn't have to buy me everything. I'm not certain how good this logic is, since they make money more easily than I do. But they have more expenses. I don't know. So it's only an unreasonable example of me doing what I can.

Speaking of work. There are some SEXY new shoes at Payless. Slopey high heels in black patent leather, with a tiny bit of white piping. They are... delectable. I want them badly, but they. aren't. practical. It becomes exponentially more important when it's my bank card financing the shoes. I need something to wear with my skirts, though. Flats look silly. My legs make weird right angles. Wedges would be a nice compromise. I'll probably get them from Target, and simply lust after my shiny dancing shoes from afar.

Oh! But what a thing, to go dancing in those shoes. And a kneelength, twirly skirt. This is my secret fantasy, and thou shalt not make fun of me for having daydreams about unrealistic clothes and scenarios. I greatly crave drama. I have secrets and glamour, I disappear to somewhere unexpected and revealing, and I have confrontations over the ensuing conflicts--life needs to be like novels. Distilled. As it is, we spend too much time waiting to be excited. A rich fantasy life is the only remedy, although it has dangers in common with medicines. Avoid addiction, know where the line is drawn.

Sexy and practical, though: my new glasses. I will post pictures shortly. As soon as I have a good hair day.