Libraries and More Heat

Really, now, I didn't quite finish any thoughts in my post from yesterday, did I? Lol. Silly me.

My room was too hot to sleep in last night, so I slept in the tent in the backyard again, like the night before. It was better this time though because I'd put my sleeping bag on top of two others for more cushioning. Surprisingly, the dry, 100+ degree heat outside doesn't bother me. What does, of course, is the heat in the house. No one in Washington needed air conditioning till this summer, really... we usually don't get over 80 (except in Eastern Washington). So, yeah. Freaky winds make temperature changes. =]

On the plus side though, I've gotten some color in my skin over the last month (I don't purposefully go out and try to get tan; but I love the sun, and my skin is usually lily-white, so simply being in it gets me some color), and I smell like the sun! :D

So I just got another mental whipping from myself for not looking harder for cheaper prices :/ I bought a ton of stuff that came too late for my intended purposes anyway, and in larger quantities than I'd expected. What the hell do I need a whole pound of cinquefoil for? Or a pound of chicory root? Especially now I found a site where I could've gotten the smallest amount I needed for like, six bucks. Ah, well... everyone makes mistakes. On the plus side, I'll have plenty of cinquefoil and chicory root for years and years to come. Unless it goes bad... in which case, I've been totally f*cked out of almost $90. Maybe I can sell it. Hmm... I still have the boxes and the filler stuff. Hmmmm..... My thinking box is ticking...

Though I'd never get what I paid for it. The shipping alone was $40, almost half of what I paid.

Alas! I am a stupid fool. A lesson has been learned here... And thus, my beginnings of a ramble in the post I made yesterday about having to live meagerly. I'm down to only $280. Next summer, I will be getting a job, for absolute certain! (I don't think I'll have time to work part-time during the school year...)

So, as part of my new living-poorly-and-spending-as-little-as-possible plan (which in all fairness isn't that hard, considering I usually spend as little as possible, if not at all), I have made a terrifying deal with myself. Most of my money is spent on books at Barnes and Noble. And books are expensive!! So... sadly... I've decided. This year, any books I want to read that I don't already own, I'll get from... *shudder* the library.

"Okay, so, what the hell is wrong with the library?" you might ask. Well, I like the new book smell, the this-is-mine feeling on top of the I-have-as-long-as-I-want-to-read-this. I don't like library books because so many people have used them. You could turn the page and find old blood, coffee stains, dried-up boogers, et cetera, et cetera. But I'm living sparingly, and living sparingly means giving up luxuries. Luxuries such as books from the bookstore. *sigh*

I know I can do it, though. I'm a tough cookie. =]