Maybe I'm weird. Who knows? Ever since I've began to shop for my own things, I don't ever recall asking my parents for money unless I had no money at the time, and was going to owe it to them later. However, the majority of money I had was from Christmas and my birthday. So, I guess it's the same, but different. The rest were from work/tips. These days now, whenever my parents offer to pay for my things, I decline and tell them I can pay for it myself. It's like those relatives fighting over the check at a restaraunt. You know? I don't know if it's because I'm strange, but I can't stand asking my parents for money or letting them pay for my personal necessities. No idea why.

I'm completely guilty when it comes to splurging. I buy some stuff I don't really exactly need, but just want. I buy jamba, starbucks, or a burger at least once a week. I practically tip everytime I go to a place with a tip jar (if they're nice, of course.) But I'm awfully touchy about money. I'm a huge hypocrite. I criticize people for spending money on expensive things that they don't really need. Why? Because they don't hold jobs. Just imagine what would occur if they did. Damn. I'm guilty for behaving like this, I'm just glad that my grandma has a hold of my foot. If you're a close friend of mine, you'd know that I hate having less than 50 bucks in my wallet now. If I'm low (in my standards), I won't go out. I'd just spend that time trying to get some more money because I feel so bothered by it. OCD much?

Anyway, I was just pondering after slightly scolding my baby cousin about her material-ism. >_> I'm going to the temple tomorrow. I hope I'm able to see Malina and Denise tomorrow, if my dad doesn't rush the heck outta meee.