Back to square one.

Well, Sallie Mae got all the needed info remaining from my dad...then denied him. So, what, this makes four possibilities down the tube? I'm really interested to see why Sallie Mae denied him...however, because this centers around HIS financial info, they won't tell me jack shit. They'll send a letter to him, and I'll find out why.

It's to the point where I'm no longer feeling bitter anger and extreme annoyance at financial institutions. Rather, I'm feeling somewhat numb, saddened, and annoyed. I can't help but shake the feeling that somehow, financial institutions seem to be out to make it difficult for me at every juncture. So now, two months into the school year, I'm back where I started, a $4000+ bill still looming over my head. Can't register for classes until I pay it, then I'll get hit with another bill for the same. As it stands, if I don't register for classes by the end of November, I won't be able to register again until January 18, to which I get thrown another $75 late registration fee.

This just keeps getting better and better. So, I emailed my aunt to let her know, and have asked her if there's anyone in the family left. I'm running out of options and time. And you know, the irony of the situation is this: according to the financial aid office and Salle Mae, this is one of the easiest loans to get, with over 80% of applicants who apply with a co-signer being approved. I guess I'm just an unlucky bastard.

But, eh, whatever. Life goes on. I'll brood over it for some time, then see where I can go from here. But all these setbacks, denials, and other shit that seems to keep happening to me is starting to really make me reconsider my decision to go to college...as I mentioned before, if I knew that college would do this, I wouldn't have gone.

So once again, I need a credit-worthy co-signer...yeesh. Every advance always gets shot down.

Whatever.

When the phone was answered, Sarah was a male.

Yeah...as for an explanation of that title, well, I had called Sarah a few minutes ago, to see if she was up to anything. Four or five rings went by, and I thought she wasn't going to answer. She then answers the phone...but it wasn't Sarah--it was Mike, and when he gave the phone to Sarah, I was made known that I had called right in the middle of some heated fun, and I became thoroughly embarrassed. I had a feeling it was going to happen--it happened with Rach, and tonight with Sarah...oh, did my face get all hot and red. She calmed me down, laughing at the situation. I took comfort in the fact that if she was too occupied, she wouldn't have answered. Still, I felt quite embarrassed. We chatted for a few minutes, then she went, and they're probably enjoying each other right about now. I think my face is starting to return to its normal color. You know it's one of those "oh, shit" moments where you hear heavy breathing taking place...I better stop there before I get all red again. With that moment of embarrassment aside, on to the day.

I ended getting probably a grand total of 4 hours of sleep last night. I chatted with Sarah for an hour or so, talking about our weekends. I went to bed at 3:30 AM, but couldn't fall asleep until after 4:30...I just wasn't tired. It wasn't that I couldn't fall asleep, I just was wide awake. Finally, my body went, "oh, yeah--we have class at 9:30." Went to my two classes, napped in Weather and Climate, then it was back here for some more writing. I am ahead in my word count, and am looking to be even more ahead by the time I go to bed. Played some Paper Mario (GC) until I went to work, where the next 6 hours passed oh, so slowly. I met a new manager--Steven, the maintenance manager. He has a wonderful, very perverted sense of humor. I'm going to like him, heehee...got back here, where I talked to April, and chatted with Carolyn, the first time in months. I miss her greatly, as I do everyone else. I then played Paper Mario for a bit before I called Sarah...and embarrassment happened. If I'm still awake, she'll text me, call me back. So that's my day. Word count: 27,605/50,000.

Nighty night, all.