Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Vent

I really have been unlucky this semester, so far. Pretty much since the moment my car slipped and went off into a ditch, it's been angry black clouds for me.

I still don't have my car back, which means I haven't driven anywhere since I went off the road. And because I can't make it to Battle Creek any other day than a weekend day, I won't be able to get my car after all until this weekend. Also? Even though after taking the car to the shop and hearing that it started right up, apparently my battery is on its last legs and is now having trouble starting the engine again. So on top of the $600 I've already paid, I've gotta get a new battery too.

Speaking of money, that's the ultimate source of my recent stress. I've moved the majority of my savings into a separate fund Mike and I are using for the wedding, leaving enough for me to make it through to my next financial aid refund check from Ferris for the spring semester. Of course, I calculated this budget before I had to drop several hundred unexpected dollars on my car. Now, I pretty much have only enough money to pay for the car, and that's it. Maybe put gas in it, because it's empty OF COURSE. What really pisses me off, is that Ferris has had my money since mid-December when tuition was due, but won't be giving me the rest of my money until the end of this month, a month and a half after it was given to them. WHY can't they give us this money before the semester starts?? You know, so I can actually USE it to pay for rent, and utilities, and groceries, and other crap I need during the entire first month of a new semester. No, instead I have to come up with random OTHER money on my own! OMG *scream*

Sorry, that was a lot of ranting. Pharmacy school is stressful enough. Flying off the road into a ditch was stressful enough. I just can't deal with anything else major right now, and every time Mike calls me I'm freaking out about something (poor guy).

Uuugh.

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