Saturday, July 21, 2012

I'm Rich!

And I'm eating a frozen chicken nugget because the oven is heating up far too slow for my liking (Don't you worry your pretty little heads, they're precooked and safe. They're just suggested as being served hot. Still tasty cold though...).
But not really.
Rich, I mean. I actually ate the frozen nugget.
My family had a tag sale to get rid of a bunch of crap, and it seemed a better idea to make some money off of it than to just toss everything. We might have needed a dumpster...
In about two weeks we're heading to Pennsylvania (which means Penn's woods..... Gotta love history class!) for a family vacation in..... wait for it......
Hershey!
w00t!
I don't have a job that I get paid for with actual money... I get paid with small favors and thank yous (endless hours of babysitting for free or just supervising at the dance studio to make sure all homework is done and no child is lost or starving). My parents said that I'm old enough to buy my own souvenirs, which is what I hate the most about being a teenager. Being able to earn your own money is both liberating and restricting, because if you don't get paid you can't buy your own things so you work harder in hopes to get paid and then the thing you want is expensive and you just give up.
Or at least that's how it plays out for me..... What's that? Some of you get something called..... allowance? That's a very foreign concept... (If either of my parents are reading this, I know that money's tight and that I don't keep anything very clean, but... I couldn't even have, like, five dollars a month? I watch the monkeys all the time...)
The last time I asked for money, I got $2. Granted, it was because that was all the cash in the house.

I'm getting off topic.....
Right! Tag sale!
I went into overdrive making duct tape shit to sell. Nothing expensive, the highest price was $4.50.
My grand total for the six hour long day?
$12.
And that was all from family and friends. On strangers who actually came to the tag sale to shop and not just hang out, I made 50 cents.
$12 and one of the worst sunburns I've had in a long while...
But it wasn't all terrible, I learned how to make a basic Kandi cuff. I also think I lost a pound because as of 6:50 PM, the entire list of food I've eaten today only has three things.
1) A banana when I woke up a little before 7:00
2) An Oreo Coolatta from Dunkin Donuts at about noon
3) Half a granola bar at 4:30 when I realized how hungry I was..... Only half because it was stale.
Oh, and of course the frozen chicken nugget.
Last thing: I'm going to do a final tally of my injuries...
1) Yesterday I broke my toe on my bedframe
2) Yesterday I pulled something in my back while standing still and had to lay down for an hour
3) Over the course of a week I gradually injured my left ankle more and more, and now I'm wearing a brace
4) Sunburn and definitely some melanoma in my future
5) I was using a needle to poke holes in random crap and have multiple pricks on my left index finger
6) I was trying to scrape some gunk off of a scissor blade and sliced a chunk of skin off of my left thumb
7) I poked myself in the eye this morning

It's just one of those weeks where you give up and go back to bed...

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