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I feel quite well, except for the rage . . .
Okay, I'm gonna rant now. Just a forewarning. If you're tired of hearing me complain about this stuff, feel free to skip right over this entry. I need to get this out though. So here goes.
Okay, let's start with WTF?????? Why does the one person who could allow me to preregeister for classes before there are no classes to preregister for (like last time) have to be ON FREAKING VACATION at the one time I actually want to speak to her? I am, of course, talking about the woman in the financial aid office who has a hold on my preregistration. I went there today to ask her to temporarily lift my hold so that I can preregister, because the papers are all coming, they just aren't actually here now and by the time the freaking IRS sends them to me, everyone else and their mother will have preregistered and there will be no room in the classes that I want to take. And that will REALLY REALLY SUCK because I am already behind on my credits because of the total LACK of classes that I could take last semester due to the lateness of my ability to preregister (again, due to financial aid). Why did they have to chose me to be the postrchild for tax verification? I'll tell you why, it's because they hate me and they want me to suffer. And OF COURSE they couldn't possibly tell me any of this so I would actually have time to do it before preregistration time. Oh no!!! Why would they ever do that??????? That would make sense, therefore it is outlawed. That would be considerate and intelligent! DOUBLE OUTLAWED!!!!!!!!! Arg. These people are so stupid, it really makes me want to scream. And if I have to go through this again next year (BTW, I have already filed BOTH my FAFSA and my Hartwick aide forms, and I have both mine and my mothers taxes here with me) I will need either a bazooka or a stick with pointy sharp bits and then they will realize who they're fucking around with.
Okay, breathe. It's okay. Breathe out the negative images. It's bad karma. I feel a little better, anyway. I need to visualize positive things, things not involving high powered weapons and me on a homicidal rampage. Mmmmmmm . . .
Okay. Having better visualizations now.
Okay, let's start with WTF?????? Why does the one person who could allow me to preregeister for classes before there are no classes to preregister for (like last time) have to be ON FREAKING VACATION at the one time I actually want to speak to her? I am, of course, talking about the woman in the financial aid office who has a hold on my preregistration. I went there today to ask her to temporarily lift my hold so that I can preregister, because the papers are all coming, they just aren't actually here now and by the time the freaking IRS sends them to me, everyone else and their mother will have preregistered and there will be no room in the classes that I want to take. And that will REALLY REALLY SUCK because I am already behind on my credits because of the total LACK of classes that I could take last semester due to the lateness of my ability to preregister (again, due to financial aid). Why did they have to chose me to be the postrchild for tax verification? I'll tell you why, it's because they hate me and they want me to suffer. And OF COURSE they couldn't possibly tell me any of this so I would actually have time to do it before preregistration time. Oh no!!! Why would they ever do that??????? That would make sense, therefore it is outlawed. That would be considerate and intelligent! DOUBLE OUTLAWED!!!!!!!!! Arg. These people are so stupid, it really makes me want to scream. And if I have to go through this again next year (BTW, I have already filed BOTH my FAFSA and my Hartwick aide forms, and I have both mine and my mothers taxes here with me) I will need either a bazooka or a stick with pointy sharp bits and then they will realize who they're fucking around with.
Okay, breathe. It's okay. Breathe out the negative images. It's bad karma. I feel a little better, anyway. I need to visualize positive things, things not involving high powered weapons and me on a homicidal rampage. Mmmmmmm . . .
Okay. Having better visualizations now.
*Hands you a paper bag*