I was going to get pierced at some point this weekend, but that pretty much fell through. Again. Fuck. (Well, I really shouldn't be spending any money right now, so this is a good thing.)
Today I bought my textbooks for next semester. 8 books for 6 classes (one of which didn't require any), for a total of $345-475. Not that bad compared to senior year (~$700). Believe it or not, I'm actually looking forward to getting back to school. My classes should be amazing--excluding math--and I won't have a totally shitty roommate. And hell, if things don't work out with J., I'll just move the fuck out and get my own apartment. I refuse to spend a full year in such an awful living situation again. It might've been a character-building year (to say the least), but I have enough character for six books. Enough is enough.