When everything's made to be broken / I just want you to know who I am

The "everything" referenced in the subject is my finances, and "who I am" is a broke college student struggling to survive.

I ordered my books on Half.com, not paticularly worried about editions because, come on, what's the difference? Haha. I now need different copies of three or four $40 books (which I, in my wisdom, got for $5-8 each) that I literally can't afford for my hardest class, Analysis of US Foreign Policy, about which I'd be more than a little worried even if I had my required reading.

Those posters about wrong editions vs. the school bookstore are finally starting to make sense. The last few times I saw them I shook my head in disdain, thinking, "Oh, how important can it be?" My friends... pray that experience is never your teacher. She is cruel and she plays favorites. And she makes you wear a cone hat. The cone hat of BOOKLESSNESS!

In an incredibly stupid move that will surprise no one, I slept through two of my classes today. YAY! First time all year! Rock on, Kat! But on the plus side, during these three hours, I had an awesome dream in which armed robbers were pillaging my neighborhood and I, in order to bring them down, was negotiating my way into a job as their driver, because I OWN THE ROADS. Then I woke up. Boo.

While I was home, my dad formatted my hard drive and completely reinstalled my system to fix the multitudes of problems my dear old laptop was developing. Thus, while readjusting to AU after a particularly touching weekend, I have the added bonus of bringing my baby back up to speed. I forgot to back up my favorites, so if you know any cool sites, post some links... my list is kind of short.

Finally, for the AU crowd: As most of you already know, Jamba is no longer accepting meal blocks. Join the Facebook group to voice your disapproval.

Good night. I love you all (except, of course, the small handful I dislike :D).