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One of my classmates, the lovely and tall Rob from CO, told me on the way to the wrong library today that he and his brother took the money they had for college and bought a house. They then went to SBCC for a while to establish themselves as Californians and earn general ed credits. They, of course, have roommates to help pay for it all ("Well, the interest at least"), but the fabulous thing is that he is now a film studies major, graduating in May, with a mortgage in Santa Barbara. He tells me that he and his brother plan on selling the house and moving to LA -- again buying another house -- where he will continue to work towards becoming a writer and director (he only works for a casting agency at the moment)... only...?!
...!
Good god, I wish I had the balls to friggin buy a house before going to college. Dude, I wish I thought of that!
Seriously! It's brilliant!

T'was also very nice of Rob to inform me that Amazon is selling the text book at $6 less than the Booksotre. Being that I rarely buy brand-spaking new things from Amazon because I much prefer getting things from regular folk, I went for the previously owned option... and even with shipping, I was charged less than even the slashed Amazon price. Oh, yeah, I'm feeling savy.

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The following is excerpted from an email I wrote to my best friend regarding an impending cross-country trip that she is dying to take and that I have mixed feelings about because of other implications relatively unrelated to the trip itself...

At any rate, I really am torn.
I do want to go, but I honestly haven't a clue what I'm doing.

I hear great travel tips... like have everyone you know write down all their out of state buddie's address so that you'll have an immediate contact elsewhere, and something in common (the mutual friend). And stuff like that just makes everything seem so much easier... you know?

but then, I wonder, where am I going to raise $1K?

I mean, honestly.

I want to leave every morning free so I can volunteer at the Sustainability Office whenever Perrin wants. So that's basically, 8:30-10:30
I have class from 11 to 12:05 then a break where I usually go home to grab some lunch and read for my next class which is from 2-3:05.
I basically need to leave the rest of my afternoons free so I can work for Leslie whenever she wants. She normally does dinner with her and her fam around 6:30, which means I will probably be free by that time everyday. But, she's also asked that I sometimes be available on Tuesday and Wednesday nights so I can take her to and fro dance class, which means the latest I get home is at 9 or 10 depending on the class.

It's just weird.
I mean...
How can I say to an employer that I don't know when I'll be available?

What really is the problem, I think, is that I want to dedicate my time to enjoying whatever time I have here, now. You know? I mean, what if this month is it for me in Santa Barbara? That's just a really sad thought for me. And, I know I'd really hate whatever time I have to be spent in a race to earn money.
Oh, I wish I knew what was happening.
I wish I knew what I wanted to happen.
I wish I could find a nice good job that paid exceptionally well, had incredibly flexible hours, and gave me experience and wherewithal and connections in urban design and sustainable planning so I wouldn't be worried.
And I just know I'm not looking because I am a scaredy-cat.