the Dalaverse

Och, the end of the semester is so close, SO CLOSE...

So I didn't go out and buy DMC today; the finances are a bit strained at the moment. I don't think I'll get paid tomorrow, because I'm pretty sure I turned in the paperwork too late before Thanksgiving, so no money for two more weeks -- and I have to buy things like Dad's kilt hose (done, as of fifteen minutes ago) and other Christmas presents and contact solution and tampax and whatever. Also, Tina and Beth (and maybe Jessie) are coming to visit this weekend, and it is Beth's birthday (wooooot!), so there's the liquor too. I apologize in advance for any drunkposts I might make. Anyway, to conclude: DMC for Christmas, along with "Superman Returns" and Tamora Pierce and whatnot. I tried to explain to my mother that I don't want any clothes because I'm unhappy with the weight I gained back over the summer, and shopping depresses me now, and what a good exercise motivator the promise of new clothes is. She went off on a rant about how I shouldn't wear t-shirts all the time ::rolls eyes:: In what universe is that at all helpful?

I guess I should actually work on my papers. Or my pirate movies. Because, yay weekend!