So much can happen in just a few days. As reported by my last post, I blew a lot of money at the record store. Today, I'm trying to figure out how much I can save in the next 3 months.

My parents and I had a talk and, well, I'm 23 and I probably should move out of the house and live on my own. However, this ideal conflicts with my attempts to save a whole chunk of change for graduate school. But not leaving the house imparts a sense of unreality to my life, which my hinder my writing with immaturity. They want me to stay. I have no idea what I want. Hmm...