It's a bit of a rant... I hope that I did the cut correctly
Today was payday, so I have lots of pretty dollar bills to throw around. I've decided to save seventy-five percent of my paycheck in order that I might actually have money for when I go off to college. For the most part, I have purchased all the clothing that I will need. There are still some things missing, but I can get those during the summer when Deanna takes me shopping. Come May, I have to somehow procure some other form of employment to gain yet more money. My goal is $2,000 or over. I want to find some place in Boston so that I don't have to live at home with my parents over the summer. I don't care where it is, I just have to get decent hours and pay. I'm hoping for some position at the Seven Eleven (yes, I have high goals and ambitions)near my sister's house; that would equal almost no travel time.
Let me start by saying that most people won't be able to sympathize, but I'll put this here anyway... On a different note, my father is a cheap bastard; he won't pay $5,000 dollars at the most to send me to college for a year. It's not as though it would break his bank account. I'm willing to pay for my books and personal expenses, but there is no possible way that either myself or my mother can pay for room and board while I'm going to college. He told me that were I to ger scholarships, he'd help me. Well, I've gotten over $120,000 and he's still being a bastard, saying that he doesn't want to shell out the money. How many people can say that they secured $120,000 for college?! Most parents would be estatic, but nothing is good enough for my father. God, I'm so angry at him and his frugality! He's so mean to my mother when it comes to money and bills. Why am I cursed?
I started looking for yet more scholarships last night... that was fun. I have to buy the Fountainhead by That Lady, I forget her name, so I can enter the contest and hopefully win $10,000. That would be nice and I can tell my father to fuck off. I have to attend a meeting at Mellon on the 24th for another $5,000 scholarship. I'm really not feeling up to it at all. I feel greedy applying for all of this money when I already have a lot, but my father is literally forcing me to do it. Senior year was supposed to be fun, right?
The girls in my art class wanted to try on my Bondage Bracelet, so I let them. They wanted to be handcuffed with it, so I did it. They wanted to try to put their hands behind their backs, so I let them. I wasn't fully prepared for when they got stuck and fell on their backs with their legs in the air; and I wasn't prepared at all for when my teacher tried it and had the same result. Hilarious
Let me start by saying that most people won't be able to sympathize, but I'll put this here anyway... On a different note, my father is a cheap bastard; he won't pay $5,000 dollars at the most to send me to college for a year. It's not as though it would break his bank account. I'm willing to pay for my books and personal expenses, but there is no possible way that either myself or my mother can pay for room and board while I'm going to college. He told me that were I to ger scholarships, he'd help me. Well, I've gotten over $120,000 and he's still being a bastard, saying that he doesn't want to shell out the money. How many people can say that they secured $120,000 for college?! Most parents would be estatic, but nothing is good enough for my father. God, I'm so angry at him and his frugality! He's so mean to my mother when it comes to money and bills. Why am I cursed?
I started looking for yet more scholarships last night... that was fun. I have to buy the Fountainhead by That Lady, I forget her name, so I can enter the contest and hopefully win $10,000. That would be nice and I can tell my father to fuck off. I have to attend a meeting at Mellon on the 24th for another $5,000 scholarship. I'm really not feeling up to it at all. I feel greedy applying for all of this money when I already have a lot, but my father is literally forcing me to do it. Senior year was supposed to be fun, right?
The girls in my art class wanted to try on my Bondage Bracelet, so I let them. They wanted to be handcuffed with it, so I did it. They wanted to try to put their hands behind their backs, so I let them. I wasn't fully prepared for when they got stuck and fell on their backs with their legs in the air; and I wasn't prepared at all for when my teacher tried it and had the same result. Hilarious