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I think I'm going a little crazy. An unconcerned, disinterested crazy. My father is acting as if $6000 would be too much to pay for college. Yet, of course, my college bill is about $2000 - $5000 more than that. It seems as if no matter what college I get finical information on, my father always shoots a little lower and proclaim that number to be the most we can afford. I hate how they actually have the NERVE to punish me because they did not properly plan for my college. It's not that they couldn't, it's that they didn't. When I suggested that the money I'm raising go toward a new computer, spending money, and book money, he completely went off about how I shouldn't be making up expenses. (When he knew this laptop was not equipped with an eather card... But I guess he's too stupid to know that you cannot upgrade a year old lap top to accommodate an eather card.) My father thought that I would be making $2,000 this summer. "$200 a week for 10 weeks." I told him he was stupid to think that, because I would be lucky if I made $200 every two weeks. Then he suggested I get another job. Yeah, just perfect. Completely run me ragged in the summer before my first year of college, and then expect me to perform well academically. But, there are no any available jobs in this area. And I am not going to train for another freaking job. It would be too hard to juggle them. This is such a tired argument, I just can't talk about it anymore.
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I got accepted to Radford University. I am so happy about that. That's where I wanted to go.
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I worked yesterday. I'm not used to working 3 days in a row like that... It just reminds me why I requested not working on Sunday's. I had actually been considering it for more money, but with school to worry about also, it's too hard for me.
Daniel wouldn't talk yesterday. He said he had a lot of stuff going through his mind... I forget his exact words for it. Some like "life stuff." I thought it was about me. It could have easily been a situation about where he's living, or anything of a number of things. But the fact that he refused to tell me, and volunteered to do all of the chores in the back of the store, just made me wonder. I felt bad.
Yesterday I went to the trouble of mentioning the new arrangement we (me, Lindsay, Sandy, and Carl) had for beach week, but did not post the picture of the hotel that I went to the trouble of saving and ULing:
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I would have posted the official website for it, but being as stereotypical as possible, I am afraid to. I know there are people who visit this blog more than one time each day... I know there are a lot of people who do that. And I'm not quite sure if that is good or bad, but I'm still saying a good paranoid distance 
Anyway... Something about this hotel that is bothering me. This is what it lists for the unit amenities:
Air Conditioning (All Units)
Carpet (All Units)
Dishwasher (All Units)
Kitchen (All Units, Minikitchen/Full)
Microwave (All Units)
Telephone (All Units)
Washer/Dryer (Some Units)
It even went to the trouble to list carpet and a phone... But that makes me wonder, do the rooms not come with TV's? I'll go fucking mad without a TV. I feel bad asking Lindsay, for some reason... Maybe it's because I bug her endlessly for it. And I don't know when I'll be able to bring it up to her, because even though I go to lunch with her, Stephen also goes, and has already informed me that he does not like it when I talk about the trip around him.
... And that's another thing. When me and Sandy were first planning to go on a trip for beach week, Stephen was not involved. I'm almost positive that I talked to him about it, the way Sandy was very eager to plan the trip when I wasn't sure where I wanted to go yet. He didn't complain then. But when I mentioned that maybe he could go, if everyone (well, basically Carl) was ok with that. Turns out Carl wasn't, and I had to uninvite Stephen, although I had only said he could maybe come. Then he got all depressed... When realistically, Stephen didn't even have the money to go. We were all paying our share, and it wasn't very likely that we would pay his way, nor was it very sensible of Stephen to think we would. It's just, UGH. And to top it all off, he seems to refuse to try to plan to go on a trip with another group. Maybe he's trying to ride this out and see if we finally give in, but that is not happening. I just get so frustrated, because when I try to name people he could go with, he does nothing but find some reason why he couldn't go. Or he'll avoid the question. The only response I had to that was, "Well, I guess you're not going anywhere, then."
Fuck it, I'm going to talk to Lindsay about it at lunch. And if Stephen tries to hint that I should stop (I could imagine him clearing his throat, or something) I will just ignore him.
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Lindsay's aunt came through for us, and is going to let us use her time share. Even though the location for the available hotel is slightly south than we had originally planned (well, in between Miami and Palm Beach) the hotel for a ocean front is only $400. Lindsay's aunt wanted a $200 deposit, because she was still really nervous about us paying her back. That meant $50 a piece for now. Sandy came down here yesterday to drop off her check, and I wrote a check for $100, which also covers Carl's share. (He complained about not having any money. As long as he pays me back...)
Also, Sandy's mom said we could use their van for the trip. All we have to do is do a little test driving with it so she can be at ease with all of us driving it, which is completely understandable. Lindsay and Carl have both said Ok with it, so that's good.
I had to work yesterday. Or, I volunteered, because one of the cashiers that I really like (Mary) had a family emergency. And anyway, I got off work at 12 PM, so it wasn't so bad...
I need to get ready for school.
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I kept having dreams last night about being fired at work. I called into work for car trouble yesterday afternoon... Which I was having, but I was able to fix it before my dad got there. Or, even before he knew he was going to have to come and get me. I just never called them and told them I could come in, and actually came up with a lie so my father wouldn't be pissed. I really needed to work yesterday. I need to make as much money as possible... It makes me hardly able to wait for spring break. I'll work more then. But the more I think about having to be there at Food Lion, sucking up all of my time... Ugh. I've been fighting to get a raise, and no matter what good points I bring up, I am still making $6.50. I'm on express today. I'm going to have a horrible day.