i hate....
welp, the last few days have had their ups and downs. i havn't posted in a while so i'm not even going to try to catch up completely, so here's the latest.
my current school situation is doing all it can to remove my will from my body soul and beat it into submission. or in other words, i won't be able to schedual my classes until the 6th of september, classes start on the 8th. i don't know what classes are still availiable, and if i will be able to schedual classes in my very small window of availability because of work. yes, work. work which i don't think i will be able to cut back on because financial aid so far is still non-existant, and i am being turned down on all my college/student loan attempts. school will cost roughly 7500 a semester. that is a lot of money to pull out of my pocket. I am researching and trying to find out various ways to get my situation handled, but so far nothing. absolutely nothing. tuesday i am going to visit the financial aid advisor to see if we can get anything worked out. it seems as if i am going to do the whole 15 credit hours worth of class and full time work at the same time again. and let me tell you how much i am looking forward to that. i think last time i was doin those shinaniganz, only thing that happened was my life fell apart. i am a tough kid though, i think i can manage through that again.
Now, i am also pissed at some of my friends. after dealing with the fact that i received 4 rejection notices on attempts to acquire student loans, i was fealing really down and upset. ok, fine. throw on top of that i was feeling a little sick with a formidable headache, ok. then work was driving me crazy because people kept asking for the same shit i had made minutes prior, and had they only gotten off their asses to look for roughly 15 seconds, they would find out they have it. Finally, i get off work, and head home. sit and decide to play my video games, my source of stress release(oh btw, my computer is out of commission. the AC adapter is broken so there is no way to charge the battery. i shut it off with about 30 minutes of life left in case i would really need it at some point and time. Dell is sending out a new cord, but i am expecting it to arrive no earlier than wednesday.). Now so i am sitting around and my roomate asks whats gus up to, so i say, "lets find out". call him up get a message tell him to call back. he does and says i need to meet up with them at some cabaret on the west bank. they then send me a picture of gus wearing some sort of jamaican hat, and say isn't that hilarious, come on out, it will be great fun. i say hey, its late and you all are only going to be out for another half hour, so i'll pass. they say no, come on we will hang out for a while, i say yeah, not likely. they say look, we are going to this place on the west bank. meet up with us there and we will have a good time. i finally say fine, and change out of my scrubs and head on out. about half-way there, they call me up again saying hey, there isn't enough time, just meet up with us at this place on charters. i say whatever, so i'll be there in a few(i was actually approaching the appropriate exit for this). So then i am a block from canal to head towards charters, and i get another phone call. apparently they are leaving and heading home....
this is where i started cursing.
The **** you are. I am around the ****'* corner from there, and you are not about to ****'N leave.
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No! i didn't want to come out at first for this very ******* reason, but you all insisted i come out. i finally decided to and now yall are leaving like this, thats ********.
hey, ben ben, wait dude its justin
WTF
dude, you don't understand, the drinks are hella expensive at this place and the women are disease infested. its not worth staying.
I don't give a ****'* rats *** what the place is like. we agreed to meet there and we are going to meet there. i have had a baaaaaad day and i just want to go somewhere and have some ****'* drinks. WTF.
dude, we have to get goin home though man, i'm sorry.
Fuck you.
thats when i hung up the phone and decided to bring bourbon home with me. granted that talk is paraphrased, that was the jist of what i caught. so i stopped at a gas station on the way home picking up a 2 liter of diet coke, a bottle of my new good friend Jim Bean, and a 6 pack of Abita Amber. got home, proceeded to drink off my night with my roomate and Mel. didn't give any to mel though, she had already stolen some out of my cup anyways... I meen, what kind of shit is that, you don't do that to a friend. i don't care if there is a terrorist organization about to blow up the fucking building, you don't fucking leave when a good friend is right around the fucking corner. fuck them. fucking bastards.
i'm going to stop now before i start punching stuff at work. on a lighter note, had a real nice date with the girl Natalie. she seems genuinly happy to see me, which is always nice. granted persuing this will probably require me to quit my roll as a pimp. oh well. she also made me brownies for the saints game last week. also hit the gym a few times this past week. fun stuff.
my current school situation is doing all it can to remove my will from my body soul and beat it into submission. or in other words, i won't be able to schedual my classes until the 6th of september, classes start on the 8th. i don't know what classes are still availiable, and if i will be able to schedual classes in my very small window of availability because of work. yes, work. work which i don't think i will be able to cut back on because financial aid so far is still non-existant, and i am being turned down on all my college/student loan attempts. school will cost roughly 7500 a semester. that is a lot of money to pull out of my pocket. I am researching and trying to find out various ways to get my situation handled, but so far nothing. absolutely nothing. tuesday i am going to visit the financial aid advisor to see if we can get anything worked out. it seems as if i am going to do the whole 15 credit hours worth of class and full time work at the same time again. and let me tell you how much i am looking forward to that. i think last time i was doin those shinaniganz, only thing that happened was my life fell apart. i am a tough kid though, i think i can manage through that again.
Now, i am also pissed at some of my friends. after dealing with the fact that i received 4 rejection notices on attempts to acquire student loans, i was fealing really down and upset. ok, fine. throw on top of that i was feeling a little sick with a formidable headache, ok. then work was driving me crazy because people kept asking for the same shit i had made minutes prior, and had they only gotten off their asses to look for roughly 15 seconds, they would find out they have it. Finally, i get off work, and head home. sit and decide to play my video games, my source of stress release(oh btw, my computer is out of commission. the AC adapter is broken so there is no way to charge the battery. i shut it off with about 30 minutes of life left in case i would really need it at some point and time. Dell is sending out a new cord, but i am expecting it to arrive no earlier than wednesday.). Now so i am sitting around and my roomate asks whats gus up to, so i say, "lets find out". call him up get a message tell him to call back. he does and says i need to meet up with them at some cabaret on the west bank. they then send me a picture of gus wearing some sort of jamaican hat, and say isn't that hilarious, come on out, it will be great fun. i say hey, its late and you all are only going to be out for another half hour, so i'll pass. they say no, come on we will hang out for a while, i say yeah, not likely. they say look, we are going to this place on the west bank. meet up with us there and we will have a good time. i finally say fine, and change out of my scrubs and head on out. about half-way there, they call me up again saying hey, there isn't enough time, just meet up with us at this place on charters. i say whatever, so i'll be there in a few(i was actually approaching the appropriate exit for this). So then i am a block from canal to head towards charters, and i get another phone call. apparently they are leaving and heading home....
this is where i started cursing.
The **** you are. I am around the ****'* corner from there, and you are not about to ****'N leave.
bu-
No! i didn't want to come out at first for this very ******* reason, but you all insisted i come out. i finally decided to and now yall are leaving like this, thats ********.
hey, ben ben, wait dude its justin
WTF
dude, you don't understand, the drinks are hella expensive at this place and the women are disease infested. its not worth staying.
I don't give a ****'* rats *** what the place is like. we agreed to meet there and we are going to meet there. i have had a baaaaaad day and i just want to go somewhere and have some ****'* drinks. WTF.
dude, we have to get goin home though man, i'm sorry.
Fuck you.
thats when i hung up the phone and decided to bring bourbon home with me. granted that talk is paraphrased, that was the jist of what i caught. so i stopped at a gas station on the way home picking up a 2 liter of diet coke, a bottle of my new good friend Jim Bean, and a 6 pack of Abita Amber. got home, proceeded to drink off my night with my roomate and Mel. didn't give any to mel though, she had already stolen some out of my cup anyways... I meen, what kind of shit is that, you don't do that to a friend. i don't care if there is a terrorist organization about to blow up the fucking building, you don't fucking leave when a good friend is right around the fucking corner. fuck them. fucking bastards.
i'm going to stop now before i start punching stuff at work. on a lighter note, had a real nice date with the girl Natalie. she seems genuinly happy to see me, which is always nice. granted persuing this will probably require me to quit my roll as a pimp. oh well. she also made me brownies for the saints game last week. also hit the gym a few times this past week. fun stuff.