Got my Final Notice email from Kwantlen today. They want their money. Cannot blame them.

So I called the student loan people to see how that is going. Turns out they haven’t even STARTED processing my disability documentation yet. Apparently, it takes five business days for my documents to make it from their inbox to their computer system. Nobody has even ENTERED my form into the System yet.

That is fucking INSANE! What the fucking is wrong with these people? Why does everything take so long? What possible excuse could there be for data entry to take that long? Hello, just scan the fucking thing.

So the six weeks they are going to take to process my disability documentation hasn’t even STARTED yet. Fuck.

So there goes all hope I had of being able to pay Kwantlen before school ends. That means I am going to have to go to Plan B : borrow the money from someone or somewhere else.

Maybe I could donate blood.

I have no idea from whom  or where I could borrow $2600+ . I already owe Joe $375 for stuff. I would hate to have to go to him for more.

Gah. The music at White Spot sucks today. Just heard someone  just BUTCHER “Life Is A Highway” by Tom Cochrane. It’s like he was determined to hit every note EXCEPT the right one. Lousy phrasing too.

Oh and now someone is taking a shot at Screaming  Jay Hawkins’ “I Put A Spell On You”.

Back to the topic at hand. I could try to borrow from my siblings, I suppose, but I can’t see that working. We are not that kind of family. And it is not like adking for an Xbox or something. This is a lot of money we are talking about, even if it is just a loan.

So I dunno. Maybe I am fucked, I don’t know. It was fun while it lasted.

Oh, and the roof of my mouth is all tender and sore for some reason, Aaand they just sat a family with a baby next to me.

Geez, life, what did I ever do to you?

I am so tired of tripping over my own clueless self all the time. This all could have been over ages ago if I wasn’t such a dipshit. But no, somehow the Jagoff in me managed to do me a dirty yet again.

I am starting to think that guy doesn’t have my best interests at heart. That he just  gets his kicks from talking me into bad decisions. Then laughs at me behind my back.

But his brand of relaxed cockiness is also my route out of my depression, I think. I think at least some of that can do a lot to keep my self-image upright and afloat in times like this. There is an untapped well of positivity in there somewhere, and it could be my salvation.

(—)

Waiting for the bus now. There is a stop for my beloved 405 only a few doors away from White Spot. Convenient.

(—)

Home now. Took a cab. This happened :

Me : *hands the cabbie a $20 bill* Okay, give me… $12 back. (On a $5.70 fare. )
Cabbie : *pretends to look for change* Oh no, I don’t…. I have no ten…
Me : (instantly suspicious because I know this con) Oh really? You seriously want me to believe you can’t change a twenty?
Cabbie : I gave it to my last customer….
Me : Well, then we have a problem, don’t we?
Cabbie : No, I don’t….
Me : You know there’s no way I am giving you the whole thing, right?
Cabbie : Listen, I don’t have…
Me : Well then, why don’t we just go on over to the 7-11 so you can get change?
Cabbie : Listen, never mind, it’s okay…
Me : Are ya sure?
Cabbie : It’s okay, forget about it.
Me : It’s your call.

So I got out of the cab without paying and I don’t feel bad about it at all. Asshole bet on the wrong fucking pony if he thought I would give him $20 on a cab fare of $5.60. And the idea of going two blocks so he could get change at 7-11 was perfectly reasonable. I would even have paid the extra fare. But no, when he realized I was on to him, he back down.

And instead, I got a free ride home. Them’s the breaks, asshole.

Tonight’s class was fun. Had to do the teacher evaluation first. That’s where the teacher leaves the room and a nice lady gets us to fill out a form rating our prof on various things. This time it was online, with a disposable password. It prompted an inner struggle within me, because I really like my prof, but when you make me do something that looks like a test in a classroom setting, the urge to put down the “right” answer (in other words, be brutally honest) is strong in me.

I managed to mostly restrain it. I don’t want to cause her any problems. I did mention that sometimes she is too lenient with how long she gives people to do things and that means we don’t get through all the material for the day.

But I am only human, and I was under strain.

Otherwise, the class was fun if frustrating. Doing animation via Photoshop suuuuuuuucks. But I plugged away and got it done.

Only to realize that two of the students had ignored the instructions and done everything in a video editing program. and I was like…. that’s an option? and of course, the prof, being the sweetie she is, didn’t object at all.

So I was left thinking “I wish I was that bold. ” But I’m not. It’s not a matter of timidity, though. I feel like if I ignore the teacher’s instructions, I am insulting them. That would be rude.

And I really like this teacher.

On the other hand, part of me is tempted to do the project here are home, make it kick ass in all dimensions, stick it in my Dropbox, and spend the next class blogging and messing around with Adobe products.

Which side will win?

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.