First things first, as promised the first updates on my goals.
Creative Writing Status
Rescue Me: Success! The portion didn’t come out exactly the way I planned but who cares? I made it past where I wanted to be *pats self on the back*
And now the reason for my sinking. When I was in the city a week ago today with my lovely friends as I mentioned in a previous post, we stopped in at the Barnes and Noble on 5th Ave. While I was paying for the bargained priced Complete Works of William Shakespeare, I innocently provided the nice English gentleman with my email address, believing it was merely store policy since some stores just want it for God knows what reason.
What a mistake. How do I get myself into these situations? Just minutes after I’d gotten home from the local Borders yesterday and vowed to spend no more money on books until either a) I find employment, b) someone gives me a gift card, c) I discover a significant discount for a book on my Kindle, d) I win the lottery, or e) Diana Gabaldon’s latest novel comes out in paperback so I can have the whole Outlander Series in the same editions/size, when I decide to check my email. What do I see but a notification from BarnesandNoble.com informing me that all I have to do to receive 20% off my next purchase is activate my new b&n.com account. It’s totally free and once I completed all the steps I’d be subject to even more savings including the occasional free shipping and handling.
The smart thing to do in this situation when one is a poor college student would be to exhibit self-control and click the “no, thanks” button on the email, moving on with one’s life. What to I do? Without hesitation I click “Sign me up!” and start browsing for more books I don’t need cluttering my room and bookshelves because I have a Kindle so the extra books really become superfluous.
How I wish it ended there. I’m not that fortunate today. Nope, I also received a 33% off coupon via Borders Rewards (yes, the very place I just was without said coupon) AND I got a Victoria’s Secret catalog in the mail telling us that they are having a huge blowout shoe sale. What the hell? It’s like life is determined to suck all my money out from under me. I can resist anything else: clothes, bags, food, jewelery, perfumes, other online “let’s get this sucker for advertisement!” deals. Those are no problem. Books and shoes? I’m sunk.
Creative Writing Goals
Rescue Me: by tomorrow, I want Thomas and Laura to have reached the crappy hotel and hit the swing dancing clubs.
Damn Brits: same thing, the first journal must be typed by the end of this week; though as a forewarning this may not be reached by the way things seem to be going Looking on the bright side though, I still could make it!