Friendly Reminder

I'm an extremely social person. I've been realizing more and more lately how much of a butterfly I really on the inside am. I've never felt more satisfied and more fulfilled in my life. The only thing I wish I could put time in for is horseback riding.

Since Jimi died, I've ridden a few times, just not consistantly. I feel the desperate need to pick up my saddles, so that I have them if ever the opportunity rises. I think once I get some money for gas, I'll make the trip.

Oh, another thing, gas stations suck ass. I run on a VERY limited budget. I don't make enough to really sustain myself, and I tend to live a bit beyond my means (which is a problem I'm finding solutions to). Budgeting on my kind of paycheck is relatively difficult. I don't understand how some family's make it on such a low income. Anyway, about two weeks ago, I was in my rental car, and a tree hanging too far into the road was just thick enough so that, when I hit it, it took off my sideview mirror. The rental company didn't offer insurance because they were working with a carlot, so I was majorly screwed. That would have set me back a whole $250, but I found Advanced Autos, which gave me the sideview mirror for just about 90 bucks. That, and I felt obliged to pay off the rest of my VS card (which I should have just put a bit over the minimum balance instead) and then I decided to treat myself to some fast food one morning taking my friends to school (who I lovingly call my boys, I tend to Mother them a bit). Gas was a doozie, and eats up a lot of my money, but other then that I didn't spend much of it. So, I called my card to see how much I had left, and then realized I didn't have any money. I was like, WTF? I have more money than this, I know it. Then, I realized that when you use the pump instead of going inside and telling the guy inside the ammount, they charge some obscene ammount, (75 dollars to be exact) and then reimburse you five days later. So, I don't have much money until wednesday.

Also, I'm working on the college thing. Submitting my application, housing application, and financial aid papers to the school in the morning. I'm not sure if I can fax it in, and if I can, then I think I'll go to my mom's work and see if she can help me do it.

Going up there this weekend to see Mr. Three was amazing, but tough. I think the only problem I had with it is that he likes to pay for me. When I found out about the bank statement, he called me. He asked me if he could help me. These are all sweet things. What they say to me is that he cares a lot about me, and would rather loan/give me gas money then see me suffer. But I'm stubborn, and I hate letting him take me out to eat and to rescue me when I'm in trouble. I think its just me overemphasizing that the reason I'm with him isn't because he's well established, or morely has been raised in the well-embellished lifestyle. Its more because for some unrelenting reason, I've fallen for his boyish charm. I watched Step-woman take and take from my father, and it's more watching him pay for a new-remodling and such so that she can be happy to live in a beautiful house, and I watched him love her instead of paying any attention to me at all. Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad to pieces. He does a lot for me. But, I kind of wish he'd help me more through college.

Anyway, more later.