Misery Business

My magic 8 ball was right. Outlook not so good.

In the past week I've talked to the admissions advisor from the school I was looking to transfer to and she informed me that the cost would be $20,000. Not $7,500 like I had originally thought. TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. For beauty school. I didn't have a positive outlook on this whole situation to begin with. Now I fear I've lost all hope. If my financial aid application even IS approved it still wouldn't cover the entire cost of tuition. I already owe $12,000 on a loan for my first attempt at community college at the age of eighteen, I hiiiighly doubt I would be granted another.

I haven't completely given up, however. Not until I receive their final answer.. but even if I don't get approved for the grant.. I'm still going to move back. Yes nerds, I am on the brink of becoming a beauty school dropout. I can't stay here! I fear for my health. My mentality is already shot, but I've still got some remaining physical aspect to worry about here. I've still got a badunk a DUNK that I need to maintain. My sex muscles are mush! Help a (freaky, dtf, down with whatever) sista (or is it sister?) out. Anyone? ...anyone?..


Yesterday the mail man did deliver a package to my house which was actually addressed to me for once! (Insert obvious sexual reference here..) My friend Jaxun surprised me and sent a package full of Crystal's Louisiana Hot Sauce, (MY FAVORITE THING EVER!!!!) along with a wonderful letter which, I'll admit, made me cry. For some reason I took my Portland friends for granted. I didn't even think I had any friends while I lived there. Well I finally realized that I did, and thankfully I still do. I guess it just took a lot of misery to make me realize how good I actually had it, and how much I'd give to have it all back.


Not to be outdone by Jaxun, my best friend Allie sent me a package a month ago FULL of my favorite things. A shark towel, Essie nail polish, hand sanitizer, an Anthropologie candle, a bag
full of glitter skulls, shark chopsticks, spider stickers, a monogram necklace,... funny enough, my special box of goodies arrived on HER birthday. Love you Alyse!

My homewrecking days are also over.. (almost.) I went on a 'date' with a new guy! It's only natural that he's 42 (older than my mother) and his daughter is 2 years younger than me. To the DAY. I randomely ask him out (weird) he obliged and we went and played pool, drank some beer and then smoked a doobie under a lifeguard tower on the beach. For a first date.. pretty rad. Considering my only other option is a guy that I only ever remember having sex with thanks to drunken flashbacks, and who also has a girlfriend and just did a 'drive by' to see if I was at the bar.. I'd say this new baby daddy is top o the liiine.

Once these six beers wear off I'm sure I'll continue feeling sorry for myself. More than I currently do anyway.

I'd love some company.

XXXO
Miranda