Looks Like It's My Turn

This seems to be the year of financial disaster for many of the people I know. Lost wallets, identity theft, unemployment, about the only thing that hasn't come up yet is a brutal mugging (knock on wood).

So I considered myself very fortunate to have not had to deal with any of those kinds of problems. My money was mine and it stayed that way and I kinda liked it.

Until this past week, when the money gods decided that any dollar or coin that I set eyes on would either disappear or erupt into flames.

Catastrophe #1
Moving. I was a complete idiot during moving and spent more money than was in my checking account. Mind you, NOT more money than I had, but more money than was in that account. So I made a transfer from savings as soon as I caught my mistake, hoping I'd beat my bank and they wouldn't notice (it's worked in the past). No such luck. We'll leave this story with saying that overdraft fees are a real punch to the cunt.

Catastrophe #2
Computer errors on my bank's part caused the transfer mentioned above to be charged to my savings account twice. Now THAT I could not afford. The money simply doesn't exist. So this little glitch sent my account very negative, and I got hit with more of those overdraft fees. Bull, I said to myself upon this discovery, and called my bank immediately (actually the first thing I said to myself was more along the lines of "I want my mommy" but that's neither here nor there). They fixed it, and even gave me some extra back. Happy ending :)

Catastrophe #3
Last night I went out with a bunch of friends to a bunch of places and had been carrying $20 with me. I spent 10 and dropped 10. Yes, 10 dollars slipped out of my pocket and I am anything but thrilled about it. That was the only cash I had, period. "That sucks, but you can always just get more," you say. Not so. Enter, catastrophe number four!

Catastrophe #4
Before going out last night, I had hit an ATM to get $20 (the same 20 that would be half spent and half lost in the coming hours). It was one of those ATMs that screens the general population for idiocy by making you put your whole card into the machine and doesn't give it back until you're done. I failed the test. I took my money, walked away, and left my card in there. I don't know about you, but I think that leaving a debit card in an ATM on capital square in summer on a Saturday night in Madison qualifies me as legally mentally handicapped. The worst part is that I didn't realize I had lost my card until this morning.

Fortunately, whoever has my account appears not to have used it. I called my bank, had the card canceled, and had them do a check to see if there'd been any activity on it after my withdrawl, which there hasn't been (blessing count: +1). The shitty part is that my new card won't get here for another 5-7 days, and the pin number that goes with it won't be sent to me until a few days later. BOO. Oh well. Lesson learned.

The Silver Lining:
My financial aid check got here! Though the sick twisted irony that I now have all this money but no way to access it (aside from writing checks, which I hate doing) sucks big sweaty goat balls.

Good News, Impending News, and Bad News

GOOD NEWS:
I like my new place, it's so cute. My old bedroom was way bigger but that's ok. Maybe now I'll clean it more often? Haha...unlikely.

IMPENDING NEWS:
The Landscape Architecture department is sending out emails telling people if they got in or not. I haven't gotten mine yet. Chas called me last night to tell me about the new situation and that he got in. YAY!!!! I also know of one other girl who got in. They need to hurry up and send me mine. Maybe they're sending rejection letters in the mail though.... :(

BAD NEWS:
I have very little food in my apartment, and no one lives there but me. Most of my friends are gone and won't be moving back for a while yet. Boo. So very....lonely....*cry*

PS- Caralee gets a round of applause for willingly enduring 3 hellish and uncomfortable days of living in poverty and doing manual labor to help me move. Also, a HUGE "thank you" to Kate, Laura, and Katie for not only letting me sleep there during homeless night, but for letting me keep a mountain of boxes in their living room so I could save the expense of a moving van. :D Now to think of a good thank-you gift...

Clean But Feeling Dirty

I just showered and borrowed my roommate's conditioner, just for kicks, and now I smell like some other woman. It's driving me crazy and I hate it. I can't wait till tomorrow's shower when I can fix this.

IMPORTANT: For those that don't know, I will not have internet at home for the next two weeks. I'll check email and whatnot as often as I can by going to campus, but for the most part you'll have to call or text me if you want attention. I am NOT looking forward to this dark period I'm about to go through. I mean, two weeks without internet?! C'MON!!! Especially now that everyone's moving back to town. This sucks.

To My Male House Guest:

Dude. I put that brand new roll of toilet paper in the bathroom YESTERDAY and now I'm seeing cardboard.

What the hell, man?!

-Catherine

:(

People, I'm more worried than ever about this whole LA thing. Yes, I have the grades. Yes, I put in the work. Yes, I spent too many nights in the studio than anyone should have to. Yes, I'm proud of what I've done, and YES, I loved every minute of it.

But no, I do not have my letter verifying that yet.

Words of encouragement are greatly appreciated. :(

I'll know for sure in a couple weeks...