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Mar. 12th, 2002 08:31 pmLast night I was up horribly late writing papers--and had quite the interesting experience today feverishly trying to finish them in the hour and a half before they were due--but now I'm done with big stuff for two weeks, when life becomes HELL. I'm not looking foreward to it. Am I going to get work done in advance so crunch time won't be as bad? Nope, of course not. I'll just get all stressed out in advance.
Financial aid info for the summer came today. I'll be putting myself more than $4,000 more in debt, but what the hell. At least I'll be able to go on NELP and stay in Ann Arbor over the summer. I'll just have to join the Peace Corps or something to make up for it. Sigh. Damn financially stupid mother. Not that I'm any better, but at least if she'd managed our finances better up until I was old enough to take some responsability, I'd have been in better shape to begin with. Not that there's anything I can do about this now, but I can write myself blue complaining about it.
Anyway, nothing remotely interesting happened today and I'm not in a terribly introspective mood, so I think I'm going to listen to Jason complain about his crappy day and then try to figure out how to crochet a nifty sweater-y thing รก la Shoshana. Talk to you later.
Financial aid info for the summer came today. I'll be putting myself more than $4,000 more in debt, but what the hell. At least I'll be able to go on NELP and stay in Ann Arbor over the summer. I'll just have to join the Peace Corps or something to make up for it. Sigh. Damn financially stupid mother. Not that I'm any better, but at least if she'd managed our finances better up until I was old enough to take some responsability, I'd have been in better shape to begin with. Not that there's anything I can do about this now, but I can write myself blue complaining about it.
Anyway, nothing remotely interesting happened today and I'm not in a terribly introspective mood, so I think I'm going to listen to Jason complain about his crappy day and then try to figure out how to crochet a nifty sweater-y thing รก la Shoshana. Talk to you later.
