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.