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Apparently, there was something messed up with my student loan and I didn't even know. I hadn't yet received my stipend check, the leftover bits after tuition and books, and was only vaguely wondering where it was. You know the drill, random thought of maybe I should call them about that passes through my fog of a brain, only to be discarded a moment's later because something shiny caught my attention.
I'd gone onto the WebAdviser to register for my next bout of classes (Intro to Management! English Comp 2-this time it's personal! Accounting! Health and Wellness! Death and Dying!), but was informed that I was blocked because there was a balance due. Hrrm. Not good. Call the business office, they tell me there is a block and I need to speak to Financial Aid. Financial Aid is very full of apologies and tells me some story about my loan being split between three semesters when it should have been split between two (I'm not quite sure of the logic involved in this or why it would effect my loan being disbursed, but there you go). The block has been lifted and my stipend check should be on its way to my mailbox in a matter of weeks.
Weeks? Hoom.
I'd been hoping to use that check for the buying of many presents and for the tattooing of magpie tattoos. While this doesn't exactly turn everything into tumours, it does make me a bit downcast. I would much rather this holiday be OMG PRESENTS! and not Hey, wow. Tara bought all the cheap shit from my Amazon gift list. Hoo. Ray.
In much happier news, I saw Feast this weekend, which I really enjoyed quite a lot. I'd been hearing that it maybe wasn't such a good movie, but I thought it was fairly decent. It was a silly horror ride and I'm always down for that.
In even happier news than that, I'm going to see Happy Feet on Wednesday with Wemble. Penguins. Baby penguins. They sing and dance for two hours while I eat Sno-Caps. Hugo Weaving does a voice in the movie. If I could smoke in the theater while a ring-tailed lemur brushed my hair and the soundtrack was by Nick Cave, I'd probably lay down and die.
I'd gone onto the WebAdviser to register for my next bout of classes (Intro to Management! English Comp 2-this time it's personal! Accounting! Health and Wellness! Death and Dying!), but was informed that I was blocked because there was a balance due. Hrrm. Not good. Call the business office, they tell me there is a block and I need to speak to Financial Aid. Financial Aid is very full of apologies and tells me some story about my loan being split between three semesters when it should have been split between two (I'm not quite sure of the logic involved in this or why it would effect my loan being disbursed, but there you go). The block has been lifted and my stipend check should be on its way to my mailbox in a matter of weeks.
Weeks? Hoom.
I'd been hoping to use that check for the buying of many presents and for the tattooing of magpie tattoos. While this doesn't exactly turn everything into tumours, it does make me a bit downcast. I would much rather this holiday be OMG PRESENTS! and not Hey, wow. Tara bought all the cheap shit from my Amazon gift list. Hoo. Ray.
In much happier news, I saw Feast this weekend, which I really enjoyed quite a lot. I'd been hearing that it maybe wasn't such a good movie, but I thought it was fairly decent. It was a silly horror ride and I'm always down for that.
In even happier news than that, I'm going to see Happy Feet on Wednesday with Wemble. Penguins. Baby penguins. They sing and dance for two hours while I eat Sno-Caps. Hugo Weaving does a voice in the movie. If I could smoke in the theater while a ring-tailed lemur brushed my hair and the soundtrack was by Nick Cave, I'd probably lay down and die.