Cosy Catastrophe

Oh hey, it's been a week since I LJed. Wot's hapnin, Innernetz pals?

This week has been work, work, work and school, school, school. At work I have become the Person Who Does Graphs and Stuff, as in, "Oh, you want a Powerpoint flowchart? Give it to Susan! She knows how to do that stuff!" Yay?

Had a half-hour convo yesterday with Financial Aid about my, uh, financial aid. The customer service agent explained--I think--that the amount I get on future Stafford loans can be reduced if the government determines I have at least some of the money needed to pay my tuition, even if I GOT the money from a Stafford loan in the first place! Wha? After I pointed out that that made no sense, even for the government, she said, "Yes, it's kind of a Catch-22." Yes, I guess so, kind of. Although "dry ass raping" would be more accurate.

We went around and around for a while, with me asking if there's a workaround for this; I mean, there must be, or no one would get Stafford loans, right? At one point she suggested taking all the money and keeping it in the bank in case my car breaks down...? Then she said that she was getting confused herself because--and I don't know why people want to tell me stuff like this, but THEY DO, ALL THE TIME--her downstairs neighbors had threatened to shoot her the night before "because they were angry her boyfriend was coming over so she wouldn't 'get with' them." Yeah, I got threatened a couple weeks ago so I know it's a little distracting, but please do try to FOCUS when you're dealing with finances. Finally she suggested I look at the University of Maryland financial aid page, which I had already read and which certainly didn't say anything about dry ass rapings. I think they have to disclose those, right? So, since I have not a clue what to do, I will simply let go of it for now and call back next week. Hopefully I will get a different agent. One thing I've discovered about customer service: you can call back three times with the same question and get three different answers. Sometimes you can just go with the answer you like, but not always. Meh.

Anyway. Finished my English 303 paper (a feminist perspective of Addie Bundren in As I Lay Dying, and the topic is JUST as much fun as it sounds). Also did my final project for my little Library Science course. I have to take my Psych midterm and my Library Science final before next Sunday. DRAG. So I'm studystudystudying this weekend and all next week.

Oh yeah, had a weird dream a couple weeks ago: Chris was going to take his "life savings" and open a "sangria bar." I was a bit concerned about this, but he was very excited to put the family sangria recipe to use in a market larger than his living room. Besides, Dream Chris said, the bar would serve as the home base for his Journey cover band! Then my brain played "Separate Ways" until I woke up. Weird brain.

IF ANYONE GOES OUT AND STARTS A SUCCESSFUL SANGRIA BAR AS A RESULT OF MY DREAM, I WANT A CUT OF THE PROFITS OR AT LEAST FREE SANGRIA FOR LIFE, OKAY.

Gonna go start my Big Day. Have a good one, kids.

Well, let's see. Basically, I got as sick as I've ever been, lost my hearing, went to the ER, slept almost two days straight, and can now get up and hobble around. I've been awake three whole hours now, which is kind of a record. Here's the story, but it's really effing long so I don't mind if you don't finish it...

( And now, the full story... )

( Bonus content! Here's the kind of dreams Susan has when she's dehydrated and doped to the gills on various powerful sedatives! )

Mmmrugh. Just had this short but bizarre dream I wanted to write down before I forgot it. Nothing to see here, really.

joanarkham and citizen_ken, ( this one's for you... )

So yeah, there you go. I think I need some coffee.

Oh, also, I had a funny dream this morning.

( Brain vomit ahoy... )