(makes "not bad" face)
This morning, Justin texted me the sappiest thing ever. It was like "You are as refreshing to me as an April breeze in April" or something silly like that. I replied back, "These moments... slip through our fingers... chased by... other moments..." hahaha in reference to How I Met Your Mother. We're both obsessed. He replied back, "I send you a beautiful anecdote and you follow it up with how I met your mother quote. I love you." Hehe. We both have exactly the same sense of humor.
At 3:30, I went and spoke with the director of my nursing program, who was like "Oh. I wish it was in my power to not make you pay $250 but oh well." And I was all "Not good enough, bitch, give me the next higher-up's number." So. That's officially my school nurse, my clinical instructor, my clinical course instructor, and my program director who have all said "I wouldn't make you pay, but policy says." Fuck that shit. I don't have $250 to pay out of my ass. And they want me to pay it on Monday! I don't have any of that. : / I'm still hoping on my tax return coming before they make me pay up. I'm meeting with this other lady on Monday or Tuesday.
At this point, I'm pretty sure I'll have to pay the fee. My only goal now is to make every authority I come in contact with feel as horribly morally guilty as possible that they are making me pay for a day where my dog died. They'll get their money all right, but it won't be painless. I'll fucking guarantee it.
I have way too much of my mother in me. >_>
I've spent a quiet night in to do a paper I have to turn in by next Saturday. Not this Saturday. Next Saturday. My life is so pathetic. And yet, it'll be nice cause now I don't have to worry about it. All I have to do is touch things up and turn it in. Since when did I outgrow procrastination?!
The other half of that problem/solution is that I have no friends nearby to hang out and distract myself with.
Man, I never saw this coming after the constant hang-out group I had going on at Marist.
At 3:30, I went and spoke with the director of my nursing program, who was like "Oh. I wish it was in my power to not make you pay $250 but oh well." And I was all "Not good enough, bitch, give me the next higher-up's number." So. That's officially my school nurse, my clinical instructor, my clinical course instructor, and my program director who have all said "I wouldn't make you pay, but policy says." Fuck that shit. I don't have $250 to pay out of my ass. And they want me to pay it on Monday! I don't have any of that. : / I'm still hoping on my tax return coming before they make me pay up. I'm meeting with this other lady on Monday or Tuesday.
At this point, I'm pretty sure I'll have to pay the fee. My only goal now is to make every authority I come in contact with feel as horribly morally guilty as possible that they are making me pay for a day where my dog died. They'll get their money all right, but it won't be painless. I'll fucking guarantee it.
I have way too much of my mother in me. >_>
I've spent a quiet night in to do a paper I have to turn in by next Saturday. Not this Saturday. Next Saturday. My life is so pathetic. And yet, it'll be nice cause now I don't have to worry about it. All I have to do is touch things up and turn it in. Since when did I outgrow procrastination?!
The other half of that problem/solution is that I have no friends nearby to hang out and distract myself with.
Man, I never saw this coming after the constant hang-out group I had going on at Marist.