Why it's a bad idea to give me three days off, an undying hole in my pocket from thrift stores and moving.

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So...
I haven't worked since Sunday.
A-a-a-and, its kind of killing me.
Because I know know know that when I go back, it's going to kill me. Like, maybe literally. Because my feet may fall off and if one more customer is rude to me, I might retaliate and the secret service of high-end retail stores will shoot me down...

Ok. Maybe I have an overactive imagination. But seriously, as much as I don't mind my job, and am lucky to have one in this economy, I'm tired of it. I need out. At least 'til Christmas.

In these three days, I've cooked, cleaned,packed, prepped, worked out, studied, wrote and designed. The free-time has kind of been great.
So I'm not looking forward to giving that up. Plus I leave in almost a week.
Yes. I'm moving back to H-Town for a new school year. And since it's my junior year, like all other juniors I've been kicked off campus. So APARTMENT TIME. I'm looking forward to it. More freedom, more fun, more room.

More clothes.

Oh. Lets not forget. So I went to Buffalo Exchange (a exchange/thrift store with multiple locales), for the first time in months on Monday. I love the Houston Buffalo (Not that Dallas's place is bad, but Houston is just bigger and has more of a selection). But I'm finding that every time I walk in there I spend a LOT. Like $50+ (a lot because I'm a poor college student and this is my personal money and not my parents' money). But I got cute things like a green retro-ish dress, new shorts and cute giraffe-print heels! Valorie went with me and got some great dresses too. :D

Yeah. The two of us + thrift stores = $$$$. Maybe we have issues.

Nah. ;)