Italy Day 30

I’m actually very poor. Today was the day I realized, ya girl gots no mo money ta spend. Ya feel meh? I’ve been budgeting my money all day at work and it’s looking problematic. I mean really though, I can’t help myself let alone others.

The double charge for the Euro conversion is killing me. I checked the price of our Florence tickets in the US currency conversion. Needless to say, I ended up paying $200. (Kill me now Jesus!) Y’all know what that means! I’m never giving out money ever again in my life.

Budgeting. And more budgeting. The amount of money I need to raise in 6 months is unbelievable and I don’t know how I’m going to do it. Oh I know, I have to work like a slave until I hate everyone so much I scream.

It’s time I hire a bookie to approach every person who owes me money and shake them. Man, if people paid me back I’d be a billionaire by now, looking like the Monopoly guy, and chilllin’ on the beach. But that’s not how life works out.

I concluded my night of sulking about being poor and stayed in my house to watch Mr. Smith Goes To Washington. (I ❤ Jimmy Stewart)

My Day:

Went to work and checked the balance on my card only to cry. Then I budgeted my money and figured out how much I needed for my Study Abroad and Grad school and Grad School equipment.
Worked on the next chapter of my book.
Watched movies and took tons of notes. I mean seriously, it’s an art form.

What I Learned Today:

Being poor is the struggle. Me and my money have a relationship like this…
I’m poor.
Italy doesn’t serve peanut butter for me to put on my apples so I must settle for Nutella and Strawberries to make it through. And I didn’t clean the strawberries because they came in a sealed container with a bag over it, but then I found little bugs on it once I was halfway through the cart. FMPL (eff my poor life)