I went to Hersheypark with Heather, Brock, Brock's brother Adam, and Brent tonight. It rockethed muchly. I will write about it later.

I'm much more worried about the three messages my mother left for me. "Chris, I'll call you later. I just got your account statement, and I need to discuss it with you." In that scary mom-voice. Of course, my mother has impatient mom voice practically 24/7, so I might have overreacted.

I had a total freakout about why was she opening my bank account statement? All of my privacy insecurities from teenagerdom came rushing back- I had a flashback to the time she read my diary. The panic became ohmygodwhatdidIbuy?? Not porn. Not drugs. Certainly not my eBay habit...?

Then I realized she was probably talking about my school account. Which makes me feel better, but still. I'm supposed to get a $500 check Friday. I desperately need it. I have zero dollars total until next week, otherwise.

I'll call her tomorrow morning with the restricted RA phone. What's Erica going to do, really? It's an emergency.

Also, if the bursar's fouled up again, I will seriously KILL SOMEONE. Hopefully, it's just a little paperwork thing. There are so many things that could have gone wrong, especially with a bursar's office as incompetent as ours.

I'm going to worry myself sick about this until morning, I just know it. I'm a natural worrier, headed straight for an ulcer.

Finally, I have time for a decent meal. I've eaten foods that are fantastically bad for me for the last week due to lack of time, so pasta with yummy veggies and garlic sauce is a treat.

Hersheypark was lovely. Heather and I were rollercoaster buddies-- the new one, Storm Chaser, is unbelievable. It shoots you from 0-72 mph in less than two seconds, then up and down a gigantic loop and through a series of spirals. It was so terrifying the first time, but the second time was amazing. I'm also a fan of the Great Bear, a feet-dangly coaster. We did it for the second time at night, and it was almost a zen experience with the cool air buffeting my face. I love wooden coasters, too. Nothing beats the initial plunge of a wooden coaster. Brent and I braved the watercoaster and then Brock and I did the Claw, which is kinda like a spiral-y pirate ship. Swinging in the air is so calming to me-- I love the moments of freefall. I don't get all the screaming.

We rode every ride we chose, and the lines were never more than 15 minutes long. In fact, every ride but Storm Chaser barely cracked 5 minutes. Best $20 spent ever. We have decided that this will be a monthly event.

I worked for the ResLife office today, and I did a bit of filing. Bobbi, the secretary, is an amazing lady. So smart and sweet. She's a lapsed Catholic-- still amazingly positive and God-centric even though she left the Church last year because she detests the rampant child abuse. We got to talking about religion, and she told me that her grandmother was essentially a kitchen witch-- she could heal burns with simple chants and a laying-on of hands. Her mother, she said, was precognitive. She's a really cool lady, more pagan than she knows (her idea of a religious experience is looking out across her vast backyard on a Sunday morning). I can see the job going smoothly.

My key got stuck in my door-- I had to call maintenance to extracate it. Even the maintenance guy had no clue why it stuck, but he had to use lubricant to get it out. I bet I know why it stuck:: I've been putting off my dishes, and that was God's way of telling me to do them. Though I see God as a mother-figure at times, more and more, I'm starting to think of her as a loving older sister with a goofy sense of humor.

I walked to the library. The third book in the YA series I'm reading came in, and I picked up a few more books to eyeball:

The Magickal Life-- Vivianne Crowley
Philosophy of Wicca-- Amber Laine Fisher
Practical Magic-- Alice Hoffman

Hopefully, I'll be able to review them for witchy_reads.

And I saw something beautiful today-- a cardinal, blood red, zipping through sun-dappled trees. My life is full.