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HURRAAAY!! My parent's are finally SO poor that I AM able to attend Warner for the rest of the year!!!! Only about $2,000 bitches! For living, food, tuition, books,everything. That's cheaper than if I were going to Clark and living at home. Plus, I still might get an extra $600-$1,500 scholarship on top of that for drama.
I had a dream last night that my mom was too poor to feed my little sister and brother. And then I was woken up by her calling to tell me the news about Warner. And though it was good news for me, I know what it means for her. I kind of lost it. It's hard to see both my parents struggling so hard with finances, but to know that my little sister and brother are having to live with it too is just really difficult. I can't help but feel guilty for going to college. I know it's not helping their circumstances, but my mom is saying that it's such a good deal, we can't afford to say no. Ugh. Obama! You'd better help fix this economy thing or I'll call you the n-word!
So the other night, I accidentally got black-out drunk. By myself. That damn Carlo flows right down like grape juice! And the poor boys had to put up with my staggering humiliation. . .again. Only this time, they were completely sober. I'm told I said some weird shit. Like how I wanted Adam and "the girl downstairs" to go pee at the same time because it would be symbolic for the point that we're at in our lives. I talked to the wind. I griped about having to "pick my ex in daylight." ?? And I scared Steven's friend's, Pete and Jackie away by sticking my toes up their butts and giving long uncomfortable hugs. From what I hear, I guess I was acting like a very hyper active six year old. And fortunately, Steven assures me that I was more funny than annoying. But damn! How did that happen?
I forgot to mention, I really super loved Yes Man. And Synecdoche made my head explode and all my brain chunks sink into my esophagus and suffocate me until I vomited. But I kind of liked it...
I had a dream last night that my mom was too poor to feed my little sister and brother. And then I was woken up by her calling to tell me the news about Warner. And though it was good news for me, I know what it means for her. I kind of lost it. It's hard to see both my parents struggling so hard with finances, but to know that my little sister and brother are having to live with it too is just really difficult. I can't help but feel guilty for going to college. I know it's not helping their circumstances, but my mom is saying that it's such a good deal, we can't afford to say no. Ugh. Obama! You'd better help fix this economy thing or I'll call you the n-word!
So the other night, I accidentally got black-out drunk. By myself. That damn Carlo flows right down like grape juice! And the poor boys had to put up with my staggering humiliation. . .again. Only this time, they were completely sober. I'm told I said some weird shit. Like how I wanted Adam and "the girl downstairs" to go pee at the same time because it would be symbolic for the point that we're at in our lives. I talked to the wind. I griped about having to "pick my ex in daylight." ?? And I scared Steven's friend's, Pete and Jackie away by sticking my toes up their butts and giving long uncomfortable hugs. From what I hear, I guess I was acting like a very hyper active six year old. And fortunately, Steven assures me that I was more funny than annoying. But damn! How did that happen?
I forgot to mention, I really super loved Yes Man. And Synecdoche made my head explode and all my brain chunks sink into my esophagus and suffocate me until I vomited. But I kind of liked it...