Brettia

I’ve chucked the frooty “windowed” look that I had before; it was too complicated and much more colorful than necessary. Somehow I always end up reverting to the standard blue and white color scheme, and I have in this case too. Today is Sunday and I should be studying for three tests tomorrow, but I’m really not worried about my grade on them. One is for social studies, in a class into which I was recently switched. There is almost no hope for me to cram knowledge of major religions into my incapacious brain by tomorrow; I have pretty much given up on studying at this point. Another test is in Spanish, which I am remarkably good at, even though I haven’t had a Spanish course since December of 2002 and have forgotten much of whatever I learned. Studying is unnecessary because I know ser/estar pretty well at this point. The final test is in…er…oh. I guess there is no third test. I had two already on Friday…that must have confused me. Oh well.

Not to mention that, but I have to compose a corny song based on the rhythm of “I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad.” Seriously, how many people actually know the entire song? Not many. I’ll have to look it up on the Internet or something.

The computer fund hasn’t grown. Tyler complains of his own technology woes in the entry before the entry before this one, but he’s got one advantage over me: $1700 in offshore accounts. Actually, they’re probably not offshore, but it makes it sound more interesting. He might not have a nice computer, but one of his families is supposed to be getting a new one, and he has this cash pile, so he doesn’t have much reason to complain. I had close to $400 once, but Europe claimed it (and $50 more), to my everlasting unhappiness. The fact is, I NEED MONEY! Yet I have none. And might not have any until I’m old enough to work. My mom is against me having a job; she says I’ll have to work for my entire life anyway, so why start early. Then I say I’ll not work if she’ll give me $50 a week in allowance. She hands me the Want-Ads and tells me to get looking.

Even at $50 per week, it would take nearly a year to buy a dream PC. At my current $20 (this is for doing chores and such on Saturday, not for free), it will take two-and-a-half years. If I can invest my income after every $80 and make 12% a year on that, I’d have $1,014.60 after the first year. The 12% didn’t help much only getting me an extra $60. This is equivalent to three weeks of work, however, not bad. The odds of this are about as good as those of winning the lottery. Maybe I can virus my own computer to force my parents to buy a new one. No, that would be mean, and financially draining.

Urf.