All I can think about lately is money. More importantly, how I do not really have much of it, and how I desperately need it. My parents made me sit down for the ONE-SQUILLIONTH time to discuss money tonight. And how I plan on paying for my expenses next year. My expenses include rent, food, bills, and shoes. Yes, I know the fact that shoes have their own category is not exactly showing my shining fiscal responsibilty. But I can't change myself. That's not the point anyways. My point is that after these "talks" I just end up lamenting how I will never be able to be a grown-up. I'm starting to think that might be OK though. I also stopped listening to my father's lecture about half-way through and started thinking about odds. And about how very possible it is my financial luck will turn around. For example, two weeks ago there was a little girl who was orphaned by AIDS and living in Ethiopia. The perfect Sally Struthers poster child. Today she is the daughter of one of the hottest ladies in the world. That's right, I am comparing myself to Angelina Jolie's newly adopted daughter. I'm hoping that the caliber at which my financial luck turns around is equivalent to little Zahara's. One can only hope, right? In the meantime, I just can't buy any more shoes. Or food. Ostensibly, anything that makes me happy. Fantastic. Bring it on.