Today has been quite productive, up until now. I ventured into the unknown (aka: my closet) this morning, armed with several industrial-sized trash bags and a plastic fork (for protection--you never know what you can find in the unknown). I ended up filling two gigantic trash bags with at least three tons of old clothes, some pieces dating as far back as middle school. A lot of it consisted of over-sized shirts that I had used as pj-tops for the past five years. It was not difficult parting with them--they needed to go. Much amusement was had over the little signatures and scribbles I found adorning several of my old uniform tops, containing such sentiments as "Cool beanz!" and "Call me!" Of course, I knew that those who were brave enough to scrawl their phone numbers (messily, in the hopes that maybe I wouldn't be able to read them, and thus not call) had been secretly reminding themselves to Not Pick Up The Phone For the First Week of Summer NO MATTER WHAT. Teehee.
So now I have two bulging bags ready to go to Goodwill. I figured this was the best time to do that, what with the Christmas Spirit and all. I can't imagine who would want to wear my horrendously out-dated attire to begin with, but it does feel nice to be donating something nonetheless.
I also have a bag up there full of trash. I always feel wonderfully productive when I gut my room of at least nine pounds of utter crap. Lastly, but not least, I just have to vacuum it up. (For those who were wondering: no, I did not end up needing to use the fork, after all. Thank-goodness--I don't think I'm a very good forkswoman to begin with).
To continue with my theme of unknown exploration, I decided to attempt wrapping my boyfriend's presents. Let it be known that last year, I employed my siblings to do the wrapping for me. This year (because, as you will learn from reading this blog, I am terribly cheap), I swung by the $1 store and picked up some dollar paper with little snowman dancing around a winter wonderlandscape. That night, Kevin kicked me from the room so he could wrap my presents. He then let me "shake" one of them, and to my utter and complete horror, it was wrapped in Really Pretty Paper with Really Fancy Ribbon and a Custom Bow. Let me remind you that this was only ONE of the gifts.
So, needless to say, when I met up with the friends yesterday to finish Xmas shopping, I went to the nearest craft store and bought nice paper and pretty ribbon so that I would not be shown up by--of all people--a MALE.
Long story short, the wrapping leaves much to be desired, but it does cut a pretty picture with the ribbon. Unfortunately, I just couldn't get the bow right, so I shoe-knotted it. I feel somewhat ashamed, as Kevin and I both worked at the same arts and crafts store, and somehow he managed to learn how to create a decent bow whereas I did not. Now, I just have to finish the other gifts I got him, and then stuff his stocking, and I'm done. =D Yay!
Finally, I decided to take one more adventure into the unknown, and am now regretting it. Haha. This was the most terrifying thing I've had to do all day today, and no amount of plastic forks could protect me from what I was about to face...
My credit report.
And oh noes, is it BAAAAAD. But! It is fixable! I don't have very much left at all to pay off on my student loans, and SCAD should be getting taken care of by January (I hope). There is also a little bit on there from a credit card I got a while ago, but it is much lower than I thought (well--I originally thought that it had been paid off completely, haha) and if I do really owe that much (I'm going to double check first), than I can pay it off right away. I will shed a tear over the fact that my savings account won't reach the projected "end-of-year" balance, BUT, if it means raising my credit score, than I guess it will be worth it. SIGH.
My score really wouldn't be this bad if it weren't for the things that happened which caused my parents to become terribly behind on my school payments. =( It does make me sad, because some of it was really out of my control. My parents were paying for school, like some parents do for their kids, and I was naturally under the impression that that was how it would be...but it did not turn out that way (owing to circumstances beyond their control).
What it taught me was that I just cannot depend on anyone anymore when it comes to money. Period. Hence, why I sock away $100 every week out of my weekly paycheck to a savings account that I never touch except for emergencies (the credit card would constitute as an emergency--a "saving-my-credit-score" emergency).
And that is that. It isn't ALL bad. I do have a job, and I do get really nice benefits, so I can't complain too much.
My manuscript is being fed lots of high fructose corn syrup and fats; it's a skeleton right now, and I need to beef it up a bit.
More on that later. I've written too much as it is.
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