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General news. Been playing a lot of Silent Hill 4 lately, so I can show my sis what happened in the game. Car engine is being replaced, slowly. Getting over the flu. Feeling pretty...blank, lately. Oh yes...and my old room-mate's ex-boyfriend asked for me to "put in a good word for him about a second chance" with said girl, and he'd buy me a Wii. Now, come on. One, bribes are folly. Two, I want to make him choke on his own intestinal fluid even more, now.
Well, this is it. The final run for school. And it's been foiled by my pop. The jist of the story is that he chooses not to fund my last classes at NKU purely because a professor told me to drop a class I was doing badly in. I admit, I'm a total dupe in math. And I did exactly as advised, that being that opposite of stubborn and dropping the course, which was the smart thing to do. But doing math again adds onto my last semester of classes that apparently my dad is too offended to pay for. And you know, I would have been...mmm, sort of fine with it, had it been only that.
But after the speech on "I have better things to do with my money", he turned around and bought my stepmom a BMW convertible.
...I'm not a selfish person, and I don't REALLY mind applying for financial aid and all...but if it was because my dad cared to spend money to impress his new wife, and to relieve a mid-life crisis with an unnecessary method of transport (which he as FIVE of now) then ya might as well just shoot me in the face. There is no way that someone of his callibur needs four cars, plus a BMW. Only good thing out of this is that mom has more basis to sue my dad, since he's neglected to refinance a house that continues to hold my mom's name on it. When she, um, don't live there.
And lucky for me? Deadlines for financial aid have already passed, because I was not aware I would need to apply back in, oh, January?! I don't know what's going to happen right now. I've been in such a rush to graduate since I declared my major so late, the home stretch is being dangled in front of me: miles up, that is. Perhaps the best plan of action is to just...leave. Start somewhere else. Because my educational career is more than likely just going to hell in a go-kart with stupid 90's flame decals on it. Jesus...these past four months have been the worst couple of months I have ever been involved in: I cannot concentrate in school, my stomach is eating itself alive, Gina died, several friends lost contact with me, missed a shitload of class thanks to the car trouble, writing has been CRAP since late December, and to top it off...I haven't touched a piano since last year: a big problem. But I suppose, it's all apart of the great chain of...idiocy. I understand that I want to continue to be independant of my dad, but he's really trying to rub it in my face now. This is the trend, lately. More things I worry about/want/need being rubbed into my face! Ha! Ha ha! Ohhh, nostalgia.
Goddammit...and it sure is lonely over here, too.
"You salt my tea."
--MURPHY--
Well, this is it. The final run for school. And it's been foiled by my pop. The jist of the story is that he chooses not to fund my last classes at NKU purely because a professor told me to drop a class I was doing badly in. I admit, I'm a total dupe in math. And I did exactly as advised, that being that opposite of stubborn and dropping the course, which was the smart thing to do. But doing math again adds onto my last semester of classes that apparently my dad is too offended to pay for. And you know, I would have been...mmm, sort of fine with it, had it been only that.
But after the speech on "I have better things to do with my money", he turned around and bought my stepmom a BMW convertible.
...I'm not a selfish person, and I don't REALLY mind applying for financial aid and all...but if it was because my dad cared to spend money to impress his new wife, and to relieve a mid-life crisis with an unnecessary method of transport (which he as FIVE of now) then ya might as well just shoot me in the face. There is no way that someone of his callibur needs four cars, plus a BMW. Only good thing out of this is that mom has more basis to sue my dad, since he's neglected to refinance a house that continues to hold my mom's name on it. When she, um, don't live there.
And lucky for me? Deadlines for financial aid have already passed, because I was not aware I would need to apply back in, oh, January?! I don't know what's going to happen right now. I've been in such a rush to graduate since I declared my major so late, the home stretch is being dangled in front of me: miles up, that is. Perhaps the best plan of action is to just...leave. Start somewhere else. Because my educational career is more than likely just going to hell in a go-kart with stupid 90's flame decals on it. Jesus...these past four months have been the worst couple of months I have ever been involved in: I cannot concentrate in school, my stomach is eating itself alive, Gina died, several friends lost contact with me, missed a shitload of class thanks to the car trouble, writing has been CRAP since late December, and to top it off...I haven't touched a piano since last year: a big problem. But I suppose, it's all apart of the great chain of...idiocy. I understand that I want to continue to be independant of my dad, but he's really trying to rub it in my face now. This is the trend, lately. More things I worry about/want/need being rubbed into my face! Ha! Ha ha! Ohhh, nostalgia.
Goddammit...and it sure is lonely over here, too.
"You salt my tea."
--MURPHY--
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