Hmm...

I'm not sure which karmic God I pissed off and why, but karma and the Universe is out to get me. I am no longer certain the Universe wants me to go to school. I think it wants me to drop out and pursue Judge Reinhold full-time. I'm all for it, but my weird obessession with Judge doesn't pay the bills (Well...as far as I know. I haven't really looked into it, but I do know the creep ass stalker doesn't roll in dough, you know?). You know what would actually be fantastic? Absolutely spiffing? If karma and the Universe could stop jerking me around. You clearly didn't want me at URI, so I came back to Florida. And now you don't want me to go to FGCU? Well, you picky little fuckers, if you gave clearer signs I'd do as you asked and not piss you off so!
Oh, and remember Most Glorious Wonder Woman? SHE IS NO MORE. We shall now refer to her as Woman Who Does Not Give Out Correct Information and Fucked Me Over Into Getting Another 5500 Dollar Loan. For short, we shall call her Not a Most Glorious Wonder Woman. Because that 5500 dollar loan that was supposed to cover a meal plan and books, now covers my housing and other costs. I'm making my mother come to see what these "other costs" are, because I think I am funding someone's drug habit. Seriously, I am paying way too much money to be coming to this school. This isn't Harvard, this isn't Yale, this isn't URI!!! If I wanted to be miserable, buried in debt and growing a worry-ulcer, then I'd move back to RI and go to school there! Not a Most Glorious Woman, you are lucky I have plans this weekend, because your face and my fist would of have had words this morning! (Heehee! Don't I sound slightly badass? Well, I'm NOT! More like I would have yelled until I cried!)
But you know what? I'm going to stay positive. And, I know this may seem uncool, I called my mommy and she's coming to take care of it. Mock me all you want, but this is the same woman who has made cashier's and waitress's lives hell! And I love her for it! She's going to go in, ready for a fight, and hopefully she'll get this all sorted out...
Or I'm selling some eggs, incubating a gay couple's baby, and selling off some dvds and heading out to California. Sell some Nicolas Cage stories and I'll be set...GOOCH, YOU WANNA COME?