Friday, July 29, 2005
Money, Old Men, and Poop
They cut my pell grant in a little more than half of what it was. I'm so pissed. I was supposed to get back at least $2,500 a semester, but now I'm only getting $924 a semester. That's a big damn difference! I was counting on that money to help pay for school after I graduate. Grrr. Not only that, but I already have to fill out deferment shit for my direct loans! AND to top it off, the financial aid guy from WVU that I talked to on the phone today was asking me really inappropriate questions. Almost like he was going to try to hit on me. At the end of our conversation, he started asking me about what program I'm in now and stuff about what I'm going to do after I graduate for the first time, and then it went something like this:
WVU guy: "So, are you from around here?"
Me: "Yeah, well, I am now. I used to live in Braxton county."
WVU guy: "Oh. So, you're married aready, huh?"
Me: "Uhh, yeah."
WVU guy: "Is that a good thing?"
Me: "Uhh, yeah." (in a surprised, you're-a-dumbass tone)
WVU guy: "You better at least wait to have kids until after school."
Me: "....umm, yeah, I will....okay, thanks for the help. BYE!"
I know. I was surprised, too. All this also reminds me of how much I get hit on by REALLY old men at Wal-Mart. Like, they are all mostly in their 80s or something. One of them told me I was a bad driver with a cart and asked me if I had a driver's license. Then, he told me that it didn't matter because I was so purty. Another time, I had a guy buy 2 huge-ass bars of chocolate, and he asked me if I wanted to go have lunch with him. He said he could eat on one end, I could eat on the other, then we could meet in the middle. THEN, another guy came through my line the other day, and he said that we either must have gotten a new manager, or he got a new pair of glasses because the cashiers up there are getting purtier every day. Harharhar. Aren't they so witty?
In other news, my good friend Abby from work was making fun of me tonight for my B.M. problems.
abbyisthebe#####: i just want to take this time to tell you thank you for telling me how much you poop
abbyisthebe#####: haha i pooped today and you didin't
Thanks for the support, Abby. I'll be thinking of you next time I get the urge. Hehehe.
WVU guy: "So, are you from around here?"
Me: "Yeah, well, I am now. I used to live in Braxton county."
WVU guy: "Oh. So, you're married aready, huh?"
Me: "Uhh, yeah."
WVU guy: "Is that a good thing?"
Me: "Uhh, yeah." (in a surprised, you're-a-dumbass tone)
WVU guy: "You better at least wait to have kids until after school."
Me: "....umm, yeah, I will....okay, thanks for the help. BYE!"
I know. I was surprised, too. All this also reminds me of how much I get hit on by REALLY old men at Wal-Mart. Like, they are all mostly in their 80s or something. One of them told me I was a bad driver with a cart and asked me if I had a driver's license. Then, he told me that it didn't matter because I was so purty. Another time, I had a guy buy 2 huge-ass bars of chocolate, and he asked me if I wanted to go have lunch with him. He said he could eat on one end, I could eat on the other, then we could meet in the middle. THEN, another guy came through my line the other day, and he said that we either must have gotten a new manager, or he got a new pair of glasses because the cashiers up there are getting purtier every day. Harharhar. Aren't they so witty?
In other news, my good friend Abby from work was making fun of me tonight for my B.M. problems.
abbyisthebe#####: i just want to take this time to tell you thank you for telling me how much you poop
abbyisthebe#####: haha i pooped today and you didin't
Thanks for the support, Abby. I'll be thinking of you next time I get the urge. Hehehe.
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