Dear Diary,
The summer is going pretty well. You’d be so proud of me -- I haven’t spent any money since I started working. My idea for the rest of the summer is that I’ll use my babysitting money as my spending money, just keep the cash in my wallet, and then save all the money from work that gets direct deposited into my bank account. All I know is that I’m going to need some moolah to back me up when my roommate from last year and I want to get food from that calzone place near school (I’m smiling just as I think of the goodness). Also, I need gas and insurance money -- just because my mom bought me my car doesn’t mean she’s going to pay for the rest, dammit.
I’ve been at my summer job for two and a half weeks, and it’s going OK. Being the new kid (again) always makes the beginning a li'l lonely, but I know I’ll get there -- I mean one of my favorite things is making new friends (that reminds me -- gotta stock up on my lunch dates, I’ve been slacking, although my new cheap mindset makes spending money on food hard).
This morning I made chocolate chip and banana chocolate chip pancakes -- again. I will never stop loving these pancakes. And they’re best when they’re made at home, either by my mom or myself, must be something in our water or the chocolate chips we use that makes it unique to everywhere else.
Despite my weekend cravings, I’ve been getting up at 6 a.m. almost every weekday morning to work out before heading to work. And starting next week I’m going to have to push that an hour earlier because work is starting earlier. And not gonna lie to you; my legs are getting pretty strong.
I’m trying to plan trips to see all my friends from school, but it’s not going so well. I swear I’m not being lazy, but driving longer than 90 minutes is not my forte. Especially with my mom continuously yelling at me about insisting that my beautiful Lucy (my, ahem, car) will break down. My ’06 bug is strong and long-lasting, thank you very much. 
Anyway, I might not be writing a lot to you, I’ve never done very well with consistent diary writing. But I’ll talk to you soon enough!
Xx,
Victoria.
