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I got free juice boxes from Target today. They're "Frightening Fruit Punch." I bet you're jealous.
It appears that Mount Union has seen to it that I have the most difficult and miserable existence possible for the first part of my young adult life. Unfortunately, that means I've had to put my education on hold, yet again, which is frustrating considering I finally found a school and department that I loved, and of which I was becoming an integral member. Plans are in motion for going over the heads of the financial gods, and finding a way of continuing with an existence I'm willing to lead in spite of their attempts.
In the meantime, I'm still in bling purgatory, replacing watch batteries and bands.
I stabbed my thumb today. Two days ago I stabbed my index finger. Twice. Since I handle pretty much everything except for pens, pencils, and silverware with my right hand, the injuries have been dealt to my left hand. Therefore, I feel a stab of pain every time I need to write something. Not that it matters much. Most of my actions and thoughts have been leading to pain the past several months, which I know a few people have been counting on. I suppose I've had it coming.
Even though I really don't deserve one, I could really use a hug right now. A hug, and maybe a burrito(although I would probably settle for an Icee).
It appears that Mount Union has seen to it that I have the most difficult and miserable existence possible for the first part of my young adult life. Unfortunately, that means I've had to put my education on hold, yet again, which is frustrating considering I finally found a school and department that I loved, and of which I was becoming an integral member. Plans are in motion for going over the heads of the financial gods, and finding a way of continuing with an existence I'm willing to lead in spite of their attempts.
In the meantime, I'm still in bling purgatory, replacing watch batteries and bands.
I stabbed my thumb today. Two days ago I stabbed my index finger. Twice. Since I handle pretty much everything except for pens, pencils, and silverware with my right hand, the injuries have been dealt to my left hand. Therefore, I feel a stab of pain every time I need to write something. Not that it matters much. Most of my actions and thoughts have been leading to pain the past several months, which I know a few people have been counting on. I suppose I've had it coming.
Even though I really don't deserve one, I could really use a hug right now. A hug, and maybe a burrito(although I would probably settle for an Icee).