School tomorrow, and I'm getting a bit wound-up about it. Annoyingly wound up. This is my very last night at the house-sitting house, and I am overwhelmingly thankful for that fact because I really just hate the place. It's the uncomfortable bed, and the pouty dog, and the uneven staircase, and the extremely loud live-bird alarm clock. It may also be the TV and how it seems to suck all ambition right out of me. I'm a terrible channel surfer, and very glad that I don't watch TV at home anymore because I got too frustrated trying to find the channels after the digital conversion sent things into a jagged dissociation from realistic numbers.
Happiness is currently the fact that my mother's investment in my real-cash-economy game has earned almost $300 since my birthday. That's twelve days, people, averaging about $25/day, which is three hours of work at minimum wage in Washington State (without even considering all those taxes that come out of wages). This thing is earning half-time minimum wage and all my mother and I have to do is sit quietly and GRIN.
Anyway, I'm going to go inspect the Japanese textbooks again just to give myself a sense of purpose and, I dunno, hope? I'm too rusty to be confident.
Happiness is currently the fact that my mother's investment in my real-cash-economy game has earned almost $300 since my birthday. That's twelve days, people, averaging about $25/day, which is three hours of work at minimum wage in Washington State (without even considering all those taxes that come out of wages). This thing is earning half-time minimum wage and all my mother and I have to do is sit quietly and GRIN.
Anyway, I'm going to go inspect the Japanese textbooks again just to give myself a sense of purpose and, I dunno, hope? I'm too rusty to be confident.