not this again.
This update is to inform you that history does in fact, repeat itself:
My rent is fifty million days overdue and...there's about $150 in my bank account. Haha.
We've already received the five day notice (yes, again) two days ago...which gives me three days to fork over $350 somehow. I'll probably get the money from my parents, but it still wipes out my bank account and leaves me with $14 to live on until next week. Hours at work look dismal, so I may have to take out an emergency loan.
I loooove being poor. haha.
Also, the son of the mouse Alissa and I killed over the summer has returned to avenge his parents. We chased him from out the TV and he dashed behind the stove.
In the lighter side of the news, my brain/behavioral psychology class looks pretty sweet. I bought the textbook half-off (paid with a credit card of course) thru a textbook recycling site...and for my Milton class, I bought a thick-as-hell Milton anthology for $30 from Strand in NYC. Niiice.
Telling myself things will be OK isn't working at the moment. I have to take out another loan, meaning I have to burden my mom with another monthly payment, as if she doesn't have enough crap to deal with already. The further I go into debt the more likely I'll be moving back in with the 'rents, which is pretty much an apocalyptic scenario for me. Sadly that last sentence carries no hyperbole whatsoever.
I think I'm just going to live at school from now on. Sleep in the library or something. I've actually taken pretty comfy naps in the reading room. WOO HOMELESSNESS!
My rent is fifty million days overdue and...there's about $150 in my bank account. Haha.
We've already received the five day notice (yes, again) two days ago...which gives me three days to fork over $350 somehow. I'll probably get the money from my parents, but it still wipes out my bank account and leaves me with $14 to live on until next week. Hours at work look dismal, so I may have to take out an emergency loan.
I loooove being poor. haha.
Also, the son of the mouse Alissa and I killed over the summer has returned to avenge his parents. We chased him from out the TV and he dashed behind the stove.
In the lighter side of the news, my brain/behavioral psychology class looks pretty sweet. I bought the textbook half-off (paid with a credit card of course) thru a textbook recycling site...and for my Milton class, I bought a thick-as-hell Milton anthology for $30 from Strand in NYC. Niiice.
Telling myself things will be OK isn't working at the moment. I have to take out another loan, meaning I have to burden my mom with another monthly payment, as if she doesn't have enough crap to deal with already. The further I go into debt the more likely I'll be moving back in with the 'rents, which is pretty much an apocalyptic scenario for me. Sadly that last sentence carries no hyperbole whatsoever.
I think I'm just going to live at school from now on. Sleep in the library or something. I've actually taken pretty comfy naps in the reading room. WOO HOMELESSNESS!