It has become quite clear to me this past week that I need to get out of Iowa A-SAP. Whether by means of transferring, or getting my stuff together to graduate early… I need to leave as soon as I possibly can.

It’s not that bad, however. I have a room to myself that I can keep as clean as I please… And if you know me at all… that should mean nothing to you.

My nail broke today, and my finger started bleeding. SAD.

Tuesdays = DEATH. I have about 7 hours of class every Tuesday from now until December.

However! By the end of December, I should be 38 / 60 hours on my way to a Real-Estate license. But, unfortunately, no one in a remotely correct state of mind would buy a house (or anything of relative worth) from a 19 year-old.

Regardless, it would be so incredibly “PiZIMP” to have a real-estate license before I turn 20. I’ll take it.

Here is what gets me through my Tuesdays:

Demetri Martin is such a stud. Too bad he’s almost old enough to be my Dad.

This concludes my reflection for this week!

LOVE,

Rachel