I don't know what it is about today, but things have taken a turn for the worse around here. 24 hours... crazy how much can change in such a short period of time. Well, here goes:


So, as you all know I am going back to school in the fall, and I am going through the Financial Aid process at my school. Basically a series of hoop-jumping by filling out a lot of paperwork and waiting to see what you get. Well, THREE months ago (I did intentionally capitalize three) I paid $10,000 dollars to my university for past U-bill charges and an outstanding loan/interest. It was my only defaulted loan, and I was happy to have it taken care of. So I applied for my financial aid one month ago, so I could get a head start on the fall semester. A few days after processing, the system for some National Loan corporation for Colleges had still flagged that I was defaulting on the loan that I paid for. I, of course, went to my school (since the email I got from said corporation told me to) and demanded some answers. All I got was "oh it takes about two or so to process on their end. Don't worry." I shrug it off. I'm like, hey they said don't worry, so I should I worry about it? Recently I submitted some tax forms to the school to verify my finances, and I get ANOTHER EMAIL saying the same loan is defaulted. It seriously blew my mind... it's still blowing my mind. I can't believe how this one email is making me so upset.

A lot of you know how important finishing school is to me. I've been talking about it for almost five years now. I've been holding it over my head for so long that it has become a large part why I am maniac depressive. My family and I had to go through a lot to pay off what we were told to. So when I get an email throwing the past back in my face, it just lights a fire in me that makes me want to cry. I mean, how can a system be so ass backwards not to update sooner than that. They have had my money for MONTHS and it just hasn't occurred to them to check a box? To update a pull down tab with my information on it? I mean, what the fuck?

So now I have to go back in there tomorrow and throw some weight at them. I'm not good at the whole... yelling at customer service people in person or on the phone, but I think it's time I need to. Unless, I am wrong? Thoughts? Comments?


That's only half the debacle that is my Monday. One of my roommates (the dog owner) texted me the night before and tells me that she got another dog that she is bringing home because it's owner is being deployed and has no where to go. Mind you, she has a fairly good size dog already. In my head, I thought... it can't be a big dog. It wouldn't be, right? WRONG. It's a weimaraner. It's fucking huge. It makes the other dog look like a damn miniature schnauzer. At first, I thought the big dog was kind of funny because it is like a horse... until today happened. Both dogs start barking together at 7am. It's my day off, so I want to sleep in and not have to hear a duet of barking that early. My roommate has already gone to work, so she can't do anything about it. I text her about it and she doesn't come home for three hours. The dogs shut up after a good fifteen minutes or so. She just lets them run wild throughout the apartment. I always have my door shut, so I will never have those mutts in my room. I'm livid for two reasons...a.) That roommate's room is the master bedroom. I am taking that room when they move out in four weeks. So I want that room in good condition, not destroyed by two fuckin huge dogs. B.) When one of those dogs bark, the other one does. I cannot even step outside of my room without getting barked at. I took the trash out this evening. I walk back into the apartment and I get barked at by both dogs. It's so annoying. I have no idea how this new dog acts. It could be a biter for all I know. And that type of dog gets to be about 80 or 90 lbs when it's full grown.


Sorry for the rant people of the interwebs, but fuck today was bad. It was a day that I wish I could drown out with copious amounts of Whiskey, but I have to work tomorrow morning.

After work I have to go to my landlord and figure out if there is a cap on pets in a 3 bedroom apartment because there are more animals than people. One roommate has two big dogs and the other has 3 cats, a lizard of some kind and who knows what else. So sick of this shit... so sick of it.

I hope everyone else's Monday went better than mine. Love you all and hope that your 4th will kick ass.

PS. I am not checking for spelling on this one. This post is a raw splurging of emotion and not a term paper.

El Fin <3