Being a Grown-Up...

It's really not all it's cracked up to be, I promise.

Sure, we don't have people telling us when to go to bed. We can eat what we want, when we want. And yeah, we can make our own decisions. 

Although if you have a job, you usually still have a bed time. And eating whatever you want usually leads to regret and self-hate. And most importantly, decision making is all inclusive; we have to make decisions about EVERYTHING, even if we don't want to.

It's an incredibly frustrating paradox. /scream

When I first made the plan to move back home to Minnesota, I did the math and figured I would be going with ~$3,600. Taking $1,000 for buy a car (or put a payment on one) when I got there would leave me with around $2,500. Still very awesome and enough to last me for a while if the job search went bad OR to have as a good start on a savings for school.

However, as we all know, things NEVER go according to plan. Ever. As the saying goes, "Life is what happens when you're busy making plans." And indeed, life IS happening. My hours got cut to ridiculous amounts (though hopefully I'll go back to 30 hours/week here soon, which isn't the 40 I had planned on but... better than nothing). And I suddenly got more bills than I had before. With getting the car from Laura and Rob I also inherited a car insurance payment and putting gas in the car (and work is a bit a ways away). 

So suddenly I went from taking $3,600 to Minnesota to having $1,900. That is, if I leave in September. If I wait till August, it'll go up to $2,400. And that is before I have to pay for the car, so at that computation I would be left with ~$900 or $1,400. That's not a lot. At all. -_-;;

My departure date is really up in the air right now and is depending on one of two factors: A) When Laura and Rob plan on moving. Or B) When the fall CNA class is being held at St. Luke's. But hell, at this rate, I could save $900 by the middle/end of May. It would almost be more practical to just move then and get into the June class at St. Luke's or try and snag a summer factory job and just pay for the car once I'm stable.

/screams again

I'll figure it out, somehow... I always do. =/

In other news, one of the farm cats gave birth. It wasn't a conventional birth; we think that she just kinda popped one out and walked around and popped another, walked, and then the last one. Well we managed to save two of them right off the bat, a tortoiseshell, Tessa, and a tuxedo, Kaius (yes, I named them). However, Tessa didn't survive past the second day. I took it really hard; she was the one I was going to take home with me and I really liked her because she was coloured like Viani and Anera and she was the one that I found. But Kaius is doing really well so far. He eats like a little piglet, goes potty, has a good set of lungs, and moves around well enough. We have a really good feeling about him. Laura says that if he makes it past the first week he has a good chance. 

That's about it, I suppose. I guess I just needed to rant and be angry about being an adult.