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For Title explaination, see Diana's journalWell, things are getting very scarey. The savings are dwindling waaaay down, and I've had to allow my Grandmother to pay my credit card bill for the last two months. Baylor is STILL a possibility but a very iffy one. Not to mention it's taking too long. I'm trying to think of how I'm going to make next ( Read more... )

"I got it all. I got the kind, DAFFY fuckin' bud, man. The hydro-hydro nuggety-nugs, red fiber, herbal medications sweep upon the nation. The red, red, red, red fiber, you know what I'm sayin? I've got an amino acid concoction marinating in the back right now, man. It creates a totally profound excursion. It opens up all your fuckin pleasure ( Read more... )

Well, I thought I might have a job at Baylor but now I don't really know. Something about deciding that the position needed a degree requirement. For a $12.00 per hour job. As if. Anyway, they're supposed to go over my resume and let me know something, but they've been takin their sweet-ass time ( Read more... )

I can't elaborate, but some things may be looking up.

"That was kind of unreal, wasn't it?" - Jack

"Totally fucking gothic. A grade-B horror flick. Only thing missing is fucking Christopher Lee, Peter Cushing, and John Fucking Carradine." - Pilot

"What's wrong with him?" - Jack

"I think he's having re-entry problems." - CassieI need to quit watching these freakey, independent, off-the-wall movies ( Read more... )

I was ranting away in here when suddenly someone called me and knock me off the net...*coughdianacough ( Read more... )

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Mmmm, welly, well, well. I'm about 97% sure I have an interview with Primary Financial Services at noon on Thursday. I keep playing phone tag with the representative. His last message said they had a meeting set up for Thursday, and when I returned the call and got his voice mail I told him to go ahead and leave an address next time he calls in ( Read more... )

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