eyeballkid

Financial aid blows like a thief in the night, or whatever. I'm too tired for clever analogies. Why? Because I spent 1,000 damn hours filling out grant and loan crap, only to find out I'm fucked because my dad, who lives in Evansville, Indiana, whom I see about once every two months, makes good money, even though I've been self-sufficent since the day I graduated high school, three years ago. Whelp, buddies, I'm going anyway, poor or not, so screw your blood money, I'll work 25 hours a day to pay off my loans. Thinking about going to Sinclair in Dayton for two years, then movin' to Columbus and going to OSU. Actually, college ain't that much. Sinclair is about $1500 a year, OSU about $8000 or something. I did the math and determined that within the past three years, I have spent over $3000 on coffee. That's two years of college. No shit. Four bucks a cup.
I ran bath water an hour ago and forgot about it, did dishes, listened to some Mozart, ate a hamburger. It was an inch deep on the floor when I realised it. I was hoping the tub would fall through and I fall nude into the arms of a gorgeous french poet chick, who would take me with her to her newly-inherited wine field, after her father (played by Serge Merlin) passed away, and we would end up getting married on April 4, 2004. This did not happen, so I decided to wiegh myself naked and dry, then later naked and wet, to see if the phrase (how ever many) pounds soaking wet. It is unfounded, there was no change. Also unfounded is a wicked little phrase you may remember from spelling class in elementary...'I' before 'E' except after 'C'. After spelling came science class..yes, s-CIE-nce class. Teachers are so cruel.