Yeeeeecccchhhhh

It had been eating at me for the past couple weeks that after the initial outbursts, tears, and general heartbreak, Ryan and I hadn't sat down and had the actual closure I thought he needed. What I didn't realize is my "let's have closure!" attitude was probably actually more hurtful than just letting it be, and that I was the one who needed it to feel less guilty. There, now that, yet again, you all know too much about my personal life....

I got into the grad program! Now I can stop saying "IF I get in" every time someone asks me about my plans for the future and I tell them about the MS in Accounting I plan to earn before starting my Real Job. My firm is reimbursing half the cost of each class I get at least a B in (which coincidentally, is also what I need to get to not get put on academic probation in grad school...yikes...), which is pretty sweet. Problem is, my savings amount to just over half of the cost, period. And divided by two semesters, means that by semester two, I'm short by about 4 grand (til the reimbursement comes in when I finish that semester - follow?). End result, even more scrimping and saving now, probably combined with a parental loan come August. That just makes me feel.....like a little kid who needs to be provided for? Yeah, that's what does it, not the rent-free housing, free utilities, food, medical care, car, insurance, consideration for my every need, and general unconditional love and support. The interest-free loan is what puts it over the top. That kinda puts exams and papers into perspective, doesn't it? Period of NOT whining commences.....now.




Dear God, I hate living in a dorm. No one tell my boss.