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1st journal entry - Failed. Fucking thunderstorm cut me off in the middle of it.
2nd journal entry try - Myspace logged me out because of how long it took.
And now, I'm on my third try, Fuck you myspace, have it your way--here's the short version. Shove it up your ass with a spoonful of sugar.
-Got into a bike accident--shoulder got fucked up. Tried to go to the hospital for an X-ray, insurance got denied, and I'm sure as hell am not paying over 2K for a hospital bill.
-We're in Ricky's apartment now. Todd and Ryan got into a fight which escalated into Todd throwing a chair at him. Ryan packed up everything and we left.
-I have more financial aid papers to fill out. When will this bullshit ever end? Ya know what? It's never gonna end. I'm gonna keep getting this crap till my payment deadline has passed and I can't go to college. Tell me god, why did a girl with such ambition be born below the poverty line?
-On the day my shoulder got fucked up--I accidentally missed work.Ha, go figure.
- I have to wait for my insurance card before I do anything with my shoulder. This is gonna take probably half a month.
- Got called in for work today, 5AM, for inventory. Halfway down kennedy on my bike, the storm that had already been brewing the entire night decides to blind me with pouring rain. I can't see, I'm tired, I'm cold, I'm wet as are my only pair of work clothes, so I fuck it and go home. I just thank my bad luck that it at least didn't let me get hit by a semi-truck.
-I'm sneezing, cold, and I can't search for any new clothes in the bags Ryan have brought over. Turning on the light to take a glimpse would risk waking everyone up. Plus, how much do you wanna bet that he didn't pack any of my useful clothing? Ugh...
- I can't vent anywhere else but here. Can't call anyone because it's too early...I'm so tired, I want to be able to sleep again without this damned pain in my arm. I'm writing like shit because I don't give a damn right now--and most likely, this entry will be erased just like the last one.
I hate this week. Especially when I have to pull an "Adams family Walking hand, thing." to reach my hand anywhere.
2nd journal entry try - Myspace logged me out because of how long it took.
And now, I'm on my third try, Fuck you myspace, have it your way--here's the short version. Shove it up your ass with a spoonful of sugar.
-Got into a bike accident--shoulder got fucked up. Tried to go to the hospital for an X-ray, insurance got denied, and I'm sure as hell am not paying over 2K for a hospital bill.
-We're in Ricky's apartment now. Todd and Ryan got into a fight which escalated into Todd throwing a chair at him. Ryan packed up everything and we left.
-I have more financial aid papers to fill out. When will this bullshit ever end? Ya know what? It's never gonna end. I'm gonna keep getting this crap till my payment deadline has passed and I can't go to college. Tell me god, why did a girl with such ambition be born below the poverty line?
-On the day my shoulder got fucked up--I accidentally missed work.Ha, go figure.
- I have to wait for my insurance card before I do anything with my shoulder. This is gonna take probably half a month.
- Got called in for work today, 5AM, for inventory. Halfway down kennedy on my bike, the storm that had already been brewing the entire night decides to blind me with pouring rain. I can't see, I'm tired, I'm cold, I'm wet as are my only pair of work clothes, so I fuck it and go home. I just thank my bad luck that it at least didn't let me get hit by a semi-truck.
-I'm sneezing, cold, and I can't search for any new clothes in the bags Ryan have brought over. Turning on the light to take a glimpse would risk waking everyone up. Plus, how much do you wanna bet that he didn't pack any of my useful clothing? Ugh...
- I can't vent anywhere else but here. Can't call anyone because it's too early...I'm so tired, I want to be able to sleep again without this damned pain in my arm. I'm writing like shit because I don't give a damn right now--and most likely, this entry will be erased just like the last one.
I hate this week. Especially when I have to pull an "Adams family Walking hand, thing." to reach my hand anywhere.