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Name: Caty
Gender: Female
Interests: reading, writing, music, philosophy...
Expertise: getting wasted
Industry: stupidity
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Member Since:
6/9/2006
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| So I opened a letter today from my school and those bastards are giving
me until august 5th to pay up or else I will be "assessed the cost of
collection" and "the cost could increase the balance due on {my}
account by 35%." The best part is at the end, "In addition, {my}
account will be reported to a credit bureau, which will adversely
affect {my} credit rating." Wow, that doesn't give me too much time to
get this loan/FAFSA/life figured out. I sent out a few emails to the
financial aid office as well as the accounts receivable office. I'm
going to call them up bright and early tomorrow (today, I guess) to
explain my situation. Then I find out from my going-to-be roommate that
the security deposit and rent for the first month is due on Sunday.
Where the fuck am I going to get this money? I'm hoping the loan will
work out for the University charges, but there is no way I can get it
for Sunday. As of now it's already Thursday. Christ, I'm already
fucked. I probably grew an ulcer since getting the notice from school
and now this. Well, I have known about the rent thing since like 4:30
wednesday afternoon- but still, there's nothing to be done about it
except ask some favors or sell myself on the corner or something. I
would only need to do a few twirls. If I play my cards right, maybe I
wouldn't even have to get a loan right away... Hoho. It would probably
help if I wasn't a huge prude and totally awkward about sex. But that
is neither here nor there. It's 3:16 and Stone Cold Steve Austin says I
just whooped your ass. Allright, when the wrestling quotes come out,
it's time for bed.
As Mankind (Mick Foley) used to say, "Have a nice day!"
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| I saw Superman Returns on my birthday wednesday. I was very impressed.
Umm, I even wore my Superman cape because I'm a loser. Alli left
yesterday. I don't know what to do with myself. Felice and I had a cd
burning party last night because we're so cool. It's weird that I'm 22
because I'm still doing the same shit that I did ten years ago. Either
I need to grow up now or peter pan it and never grow up at all. I think
there is actually a peter pan syndrome. There is also a hamlet syndrome
that I think I may be the victim of, but that's hard to say because I
just so happen to be a middle child. Just finished reading Timequake.
Don't know how the fuck I missed reading that one before. Vonnegut has
so many works that I don't find out about until I see it. I guess Kurt
is so good that you have to see the book to believe it. Anyway, to be
like mass amounts of America and/or the World, see Superman Returns. If
not for the fact that it's awesome, for the fact that Kevin Spacey is
always awesome and does a great job on Lex Luthor.
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| Just got back from the zoo. Fun stuff, although kind of sad at the same
time because trapping animals and keeping them in cages is kind of
sick. I was really excited about the lionesses though. They are
awesome. Umm, doing alright today. Made some daisy dukes from some holy
jeans. My sister wasn't too happy because they used to be hers. Let's
see, tonight I'll be cutting up vegetables for booyah tomorrow. Booyah
is a hearty soup made from a lot of different dead animals and
vegetables. I don't eat it anymore because of the whole vegetarian
thing, but my dad really likes to make it... even though it takes a lot
of time and preparation. Alli is coming tomorrow. Andy and Heather are
coming tomorrow. We'll probably camp out in my back or front yard. Or
on the trampoline. Lotta action.
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| I love waking up with the feeling that someone slugged you in the
stomach while you weren't expecting it. That's how Houdini died, you
know. So I'm feeling strange today, a calm serenity that even the
nightmares I had can't seem to take away. It's weird to be at peace
with existing, but for the moment... I am. There's this calender here
that says today is the first day of summer- but it also says that
Father's Day was the 11th, and I know it was not. Liar! Still on the
job lookout, probably going to turn some applications in or something.
Christ, I'm a loser- but at least I read. Tearing into more Vonnegut
and it makes me feel sane. Going to go through another huge Thompson
phase pretty soon, it's in the air. Ramble on.
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| Anyway, I was still optimistic and happy... even though I was tired...
in my last post; or first of today, however the fuck you look at it. I
have collapsed into "let's cry about everything" because I've been let
down and pushed out. I'm not really a good person, this all must be a
facade. I miss having people around that like having me around. It
seems as though I've worn out my welcome around here with my family. Or
maybe they just believe in the whole tough love theory- which I think
is bullshit. If you love someone then you can be mean to them? Where is
the honor and respect in that? I guess I just don't understand life and
all I want right now is a big snifter of scotch and a huge cigar.
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