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YOU CALLED TO SAY…

I know my last few posts have been pretty vague, so I’m here to clear everything up.

Not only do I hate Ames, but I am completely guilt ridden because I’m not home with my family. Last week my brother, Matt was in a motorcycle accident. He was the passenger and he wasn’t wearing a helmet. The accident wasn’t their fault (and I’m not going into any more detail than that. It’s irrelevant anyway). Matt is really lucky. He broke a few bones in face and apparently he can’t see out of his right eye. I know he’s bummed, but I’m not. I found out while I was at work and spent the following hours bouncing between calling my mom, calling my dad and crying. He could be dead, or brain damaged or stuck in a coma. Instead, he’s unable to see out of his right eye.

In the same day, I found out my Aunt Deb is in the hospital, unconscious. Apparently, she has multiple infections. I get the same news every day. “She’s doing better” or “She’s doing the same.. which is good.” They thought she had meningitis, but I’m not sure if that’s what they’re still thinking. She had her gaul bladder (sp?) out today, now their thinking that maybe that was a contributing factor. I’m told she’ll be “sedated for the next few days” but I’m not really sure what that means. I hate being here while my family goes through this. I hate getting 10 minute blurbs here and there between school and work and on lunch breaks. I wish I could be there.

Aside from that, I am completely broke. I owe my roommate $1,484 dollars. I need to make a car payment on Wednesday. DMACC keeps telling me that I owe them money, and now they’re not sure when my financial will go through… if it goes through at all. Now I’m told that they’re not positive that I’m eligible for the same aid I was last year, that it may be less. Oh, and apparently my credit card company didn’t receive my last two payments. Which really confuses me, as I KNOW that I sent them out. I feel like someone is going to show up at my apartment and threaten to break my legs if I don’t pay up. God, I am so fucked right now.
I’ve been trying. Really. I’ve been trying really hard to adjust to my new Walgreens. Classes just started last week, but I’m doing what I can there. I guess it’s not so much that I hate being here, it’s just that I’m so broke, and I really just want to be with my family right now. I know that driving 30 miles to school and work everyday, sometimes two or three times a day, really isn’t helping my financial situation at all, and probably isn’t good for my car. I’m pretty sure I made a huge mistake coming here this year.

If I were smart I would’ve just stayed at Scott, gotten my associates and then gone on from there. Instead, I decided to be a fucking dumbass, move to a place I know nothing about, go to another community college 40 minutes away from where I live, do the exact same job 40 minutes away from where I live, and be financially unstable. Awesome. What a fantastic fucking decision.

On top of that, Nate is home for 10 days, and I won’t be able to go home to see him. Why you ask? Because none of my fucking coworkers are willing to switch shifts with me, one of which I know is because he simply doesn’t like me. There were a lot of people at my other Walgreen’s that I didn’t like, but I didn’t punish them. If I was able to help someone out, I would, regardless of my personal feelings towards them.

So, here I sit, spending my last eight bucks on laundry, sniffling and being a big fucking baby, and waiting for Jen to get home so I can tell her that I don’t know when I’ll be able to give her the HUGE amount of money that I owe her. God, I am such a good roommate. Fuck.

On that note, congratulations to Kristin and Will, who had their baby, Nate, who graduated from boot camp and Jon, who got married.

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