By Far My Worst Stress-Relief Purchase To Date

My life is amazing! And exciting! Which is exactly why I slept roughly three hours last night. I woke up at 6am today. For no reason. I had the day off. So I started it at 6am on my couch trying to process all of the things I have to do now.

Last night I started searching for apartments. Try finding an apartment somewhere that is 5 hours away and tell me how easy it is. The problem is that I don’t know when I’ll have time to go down. I’m working all the time and then I have weddings and parties on the weekends, and then I start class! And then I work! But before I go down I need to take out a LOT of money to actually pay for an apartment. Which means I also need to wait to see what my financial aid package will be. Which means I need to wait for the financial aid people. Which means I’m freaking out!

So to deal with the stress of everything I cannot control, I went shopping and I bought a $500 vacuum! What. Is. Wrong. With. Me! Well ok, it was $499 originally, on sale for $399 at Target with a $80 Target gift card back offer. So obviously it was the gift card that sold me. And the 5 year warranty. I am a sucker for a good sale. I figured since the two bottom of the line vacuums I bought in college barely worked, I should splurge on a good one since I’m bringing the cat with me and every time you touch him little pieces of him pollute the air. There are cat furrballs blowing about my house like tumbleweed in the desert. I also bought a new scale for $7.99, the old fashioned kind that just spin to the number, because this fancy one with the BMI and the fat calculation and the bone mass is always wrong and unreliable and I’m literally throwing it out, and pretending that I did not demolish easily a quarter of a strawberry shortcake tonight.

And then I have to worry about a couch! I was going to take the one from my sister’s apartment but now she has roaches and I DO NOT WANT ROACHES. I am not risking it. Even though I have a great little furry exterminator. I have to worry about the couch being transportable and easy enough for my 61 year old dad to manage because I am lacking in any kind of boyfriend or brother to help me.

And my dogs! I can barely look at my dogs knowing I’m leaving them. I can’t even think about it. Dogs don’t come to visit on five hour car rides. At least my dogs definitely don’t. They can’t even take 10 minutes in the car to the vet.

I just want it to be over. I just want to have an apartment, be moved in, and have all of my money in place. But until then I will probably continue to stress-relief-shop and then stress about the money I’m not saving and not going to be making.