So, as I mentioned the other day, Briggs
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and I went to his sister Burgandy’s
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house for dinner last Monday, where we hung out with her and 2 of her 3 cats, Buddy and Sam
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and watched Sicko
…which was super depressing and made me want to move to France. Or at least England, which I was planning to do anyway.
It was nice. Tuesday was uneventful. Wednesday was the 4th of July, and even though Briggs works on Wednesdays, he was able to switch with a co-worker so I wouldn’t be all alone with nothing to do while everyone else celebrated their patriotism.
It was a nice day, overall. We went to lunch at which our waitress was lame and slow and failed to bring us our food for about a year, but the food was pretty yummy. Then we went and saw Transformers
which, all in all was pretty cool, even if I did have a gripe or two here and there. First of all, how did the Decepticons not beat down the Autobots like red-headed stepchildren? I’m sorry, but the Decepticons were way more hardcore…the Autobots were kind of…goofy. I mean, they could throw down and all, but did they EVER think that maybe one or two of them could benefit from being a flying robot? Seriously. The Decpticons had like, 3 of them, and they were dead useful. And I’m not even going to get IN to the All Spark. Ok, I lied. It seemed like, when it auto-created something, it was just evil by default, and Soundwave could totally use it to fix himself up, but when Bumblebee is all beat down and carrying the thing around, does HE use it?
And seriously, I’m not sure I’d be down to make out on my hood if I knew my car was sentient.
But overall, I really enjoyed it. I love me a good comic-book hero style movie with cool special effects. I’m a sci-fi geek. Live with it.
After the movie we went home and parked and walked to the bridge near our house for fireworks. I brought the tripod so I had half a chance of getting a shot that didn’t look like futuristic squiggle-cubism, and I got a shot of the city off the bridge that i think is passing pretty
And a couple of fireworks that aren’t bad, although, of course, Photoshop wants to mangle the one that I like probably the best, while it didn’t mess up the other ones at all. I know people say that computers are all cold logic and circuit boards, but I swear mine likes to mess with my head.
After fireworks we walked home, with a brief stop for a Squishee, as it was a bit warm out, then watched DS9 while eating grilled cheese sandwiches and Progresso microwave soup. (Totally yummy. Seriously. I made some kick a** grilled cheese.)
My day today, however, has been less than magical.
I had a couple student loan companies to call that Kate, Briggs’ step brother’s fiancee had given me the names of. Ok, I had a couple student loan companies to look up, find out that their websites were totally unhelpful and then call them, sit on hold for an enticing period of time, finally get ahold of a CSR, and be told that a) I should try the website, and then b) that they couldn’t give me anything without a cosigner (oh, and c) they couldn’t give me the amount I need anyway). Kate had told me to try them because she had bad credit and they had still given her loans, but apparently, even bad credit, contrary to popular belief, is better than no credit.
GRR!
Anyway, then I called my financial aid adviser and left him a message asking what the heck I should do, and he told me that, all things considered, I would probably need a cosigner, but gave me the name of one more website to try as he had found that the would sometimes give independent loans to students where others wouldn’t.
I went on their site to apply tonight, and they wouldn’t even let me fill out the application without a cosigner’s information. WTF?! So I sent them an email explaining my situation and asking what the deal was, but it’s not looking good for our protagonist.
I spent another great portion of my day, in between all of the student loan hullabaloo searching scholarships. One site I was on for loans had an application to fill out so that they could find you applicable scholarships in their database, so I decided that,even though I already have a Fastweb registration, more places to look couldn’t be a bad thing.
People, stop me from making decisions in the future.
Even though the site has you fill out a fairly detailed application thingy where you select all the clubs you are in, all the industries and organizations your parents are a part of and so on, I really think they do that just to see if you are serious. Because i don’t think that what I filled out had any bearing whatsoever on what they gave me. Pages and pages of possible scholarships, often headed with acronyms that I could not interpret, so I had to pretty much go down the list and open pointless scholarship after pointless scholarship. Scholarships for things like ‘Children of Iron-workers’ and ‘Open only to people of Iranian descent’, or ‘High School Seniors’ and for people who want to join the CIA, or the South Carolina Police Department. Scholarships for people who are half Native American who speak French as their first language and have a parent with one leg. Things I DEFINITELY did not check on my application.
After sorting through the first few pages I have come up with a few that I can apply for, mostly for less than stellar award amounts and often wanting an essay (no problem) test scores, transcripts, and 2 liters of blood. For like, $500.
The stupid Elks has a big scholarship, but it’s only for high school seniors. Like they know what to do with that kind of money at that age!
Anyway, I clicked and read and sorted for hours until stress and frustration almost made my brain explode, and then hung with my boy for a while before he had to go to work. After he left I edited some photos and made a blog, then curled up with some (not all that bad) microwave lasagna and season 4 of Angel.
I ended up giving myself over to creative therapy, demons on the telly and sketchbook in hand, getting down some preliminary work for a promised project.
It is now morning and I am flagging. I am also hungry which means either make more food or go to bed soon. I think bed may win out, but we’ll see. Fate could intervene and you never know how these things will turn out ahead of time.
I wish people would stop not giving me money.
