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| Woah.
I forgot about xanga. Until someone mention eProps this weekend.
Some parts of life are going to hell. The important parts aren't. So it's all good.
I'll write more later. Right now, it's time to put a gas station pizza in the toaster oven for some "James overslept and was 5 minutes late to class" breakfast.
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| DISCLAIMER: If you think there will ever be a possibility that you will take a Rorschach test in your life, do not follow the first link.
I was just reading an article that, as a believer in the healing that can come from modern psychotherapy, upset me.
It's on a website with resources for seperated parents who are trying to gain equal custody.
The article itself deals with the very popular Rorschach test. Many of you know the Rorschach test simply as the "inkblot" test.
But the purpose of the article was not to inform the reader of what the test was, which in itself can render the test useless, but, based on typical responses and current scoring procedures, to tell the reader how to respond to each plate in a manner that would make the reader appear to be as "normal" as possible.
I've taken the Rorschach test before, and the outlines of the blots they show are indeed the real 10 Rorschach blots. I can't vouch to say that the reponses they tell the reader to give are in alignment with current scoring procedures though, as I don't have access to those. Yet.
But the whole idea of cheating something as important as a mental dianostic tool that is evaluating compatency for raising a child bothers me.
I know that things like this occur all the time in the world, but I've never heard of it being done on something so important to me.
Guess I'm just too innocent and naive?
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| She left me on Sunday.
Apparently, me being depressed these past two weeks was bringing her down, and she felt like she was having to take care of me all the time. I'll give her that, I was pretty damn depressed the past two weeks.
I left early Friday morning for the dentist and then on to home, so the last time we saw each other before Sunday evening was Thursday night.
I got back late Saturday night, but she was in Allen with Rachel. I slept pretty much all day on Sunday. I had been awake five minutes or so when I hear a knock on the door. I knew it was her, so I went to answer it. She just pokes her head in and says that we need to talk. She leads me around the corner to the vending area and drops the news.
She also cheated on me at Rachel's.
The next day or so, I start to piece things together. I begin to believe that she cheated on me with Chad, because everywhere I go, I see them together. But then I hear the rumor that Chad and Rachel have something going on.
Now I'm really confused.
I had a good weekend this past weekend, though. I did a lot thinking and a lot of talking. That helped. But the true moment that made the weekend amazing was Friday afternoon when I was laying in the hammock, listening to the leaves blow around in the crisp autumn air, watching a beautiful sunset. I truly realized that life isn't all bad.
So I've been doing pretty good this week.
Move to last night:
I come inside to see Kate and Chad sitting on the floor infront of the kitchenette door, waiting for the person who was in there before them to come back with the key. They had gone to Sack and Save and got cookie dough. I take this opportunity to try and patch things up with Kate. I go and get a drink, and when I come back out, they had found the key. So I go in and chill with them while cookies are baking. Chris and Lance walk by and join us in the kitchenette. We start joking around.
But you all have to remember, I'm Mr. Depressed, incable of anything other than morbid comments and thoughts of suicide.
Everything I say, Kate just stares at me with a mixed look of sadness and annoyance. Mr. Depressed is obviously trying to fake being happy. Trying to put on a show for her so she will think everything is alright.
That's bullshit.
Don't flatter yourself.
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| I. Hate. Bank. of. America.
They definitely just screwed me over. They don't post transactions in the order they happen. They post them in a way that will screw me out of my money.
The other day, I checked my account before I left work. 20 something bucks. I stopped at the union store on the way home to get a cheap pair of headphones, guitar strings, and string winder, all the time being very careful to make sure I didn't spend to much. I bought the stuff, got home, checked my balance again. and I had 97 cents. But I was in the black. I don't spend a single dime from that card until Sunday night, when I go to Kharma and spend 75 cents on a coffee, which is INCLUDING their credit card fee.
I went to Jack in the Box yesterday because I was in a hurry and didn't have time to go to the dining hall. I knew it would overdraw my account, as I only had 27 cents. So I called my dad and he put 20 dollars in for me, even though I asked for 7. Thanks, Pops! So I should have 14 something dollars in my account today.
WRONG!
The order in which they posted transactions in relation to when I deposited money left me with three overdrawn items. From almost a week ago. That posted yesterday. And to top it off, the 20 dollars my dad put in brought the account back into the black BEFORE they charged me the overdraft fees. But no, as of this morning, they charged me three overdraft fees for an account that was in the black, which they've never done before. So I'm 97 dollars in the hole! And I don't get paid until tomorrow, which means another round of fees before I get this squared away.
It's so frustrating to be in this situation again, even though I was extremely careful this time.
Frugal living for the next two weeks, eh?
EDIT: Natalie pointed out to me that we get paid on the 15th, not the 16th. So I went to the bank to fix the problem. They dropped the overdraft fees because I applied for a credit card. Me and my parents had already talked about me getting one for overdraft protection, and so I just went ahead and took the step. If I'm approved, it's going to sit dormant in a drawer. Or I'll cancel it. Yay for no overdraft fees!
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| I called home to see if my father was there so that I could get a few
bucks to buy some water and toilet paper. My mom answered. She began to
lecture me on how I'm overspending and that I have a job, no expenses,
and that I can get all my meals from dining halls. I just said I had to
go and hung up.
The only money I've asked for in three weeks was
money to go to Chili's with my sister. There are no dining halls at
research park, which is where I am every day anywhere near lunch time,
and the halls might as well be closed on the weekends, because that's
how little they're open.
Yeah, I probably shouldn't of gone to
the mall the day I got my first full paycheck, but I haven't had this
kind of money in a while, and I wanted to celebrate. And it isn't as if
I spent all of it, or even close to all of it.
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