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WHAT.
… is my life.
No seriously. The bull shit that happens to me is really unbelievable. Or maybe not totally unbelievable, but just happens too often to be believable.
As I am back in Syracuse, there were two crucial things on my to do list. They were:
1. Leah’s Sunflower Chicken Salad Sandwhich from A La Mode
2. Vegan Burrito from Alto Cinco.
I was able to do work on number one this afternoon on my way to Home Depot to buy paint. After an exhausting/productive day of painting my room. I decided an appropriate award would be to check off number 2.
After about 14 unanswered calls (and I do not exaggerate on this number), I decided to drive to Alto Cinco and confront them on their poor phone skills. Frustrated that I have to leave the house covered in paint (literally, my eyelashes have paint on them), I drive by Alto Cinco only to see that THEIR LIGHTS ARE OFF AND CHAIRS UP ON TABLES.
WHAT.
Pissed off I come home and order chicken fingers and curly fries from Acropolis.
20 minutes later my phone rings. I answer – guy says “Hi I have a pizza delivery at I think I’m at your door.” Strange way to let someone know that information but I ignore that and open the front door.
Delivery boy (pretty decent looking) proceeds to give me my food and I pay (and give a generous tip for his humor) he says thank you and ads on a “so what are you girls doing tonight.”
I’m sorry what.
After we giggle and say hanging out he invites us to come to his house and then to a party on Comstock.
He says just come over to which I say – and say what, oh hi you delivered my food? (slightly degrading and offensive, but thats honestly what I would have said because – what. what are you doing.)
He then WHIPS out a piece of paper and says, “well ya know what..”
and POINTS to the DELIVERY SLIP and says while pointing:
“Thats your name. And thats your number.”
OH! DONT WORRY! THATS NOT CREEPY AT ALL!
What?! WHAT THE HELL?! WHO TOLD HIM THIS WAS OK TO DO!?
Honestly, at what point in his life did someone say, if you ever are delivering food to a cute girl, it is totaly reasonable to dig out her name and number from the delivery slip, because, hey, you already know where she lives. This way you can REALLY stalk the shit out of her.
Thank god for Syracuse. You never fail to be the sketchiest place on earth.
peace, love, and stalkers,
natalie marie.
Last.
Today is my Last day of work in this office.
Saturday is my Last day in NYC.
It is also the Last day of my Last summer as a college student. I do not have next summer off. I no longer have the luxury of summer vacations, or being a sloppy mess during the week.
I cannot express in words how absolutely crushed my heart feels right now. Good thing I am in this office alone, because I am very, very near to tears.
This summer brought on a lot of new things for me. I don’t think I am a different person, but the people I keep closest company with have drastically changed. It was the Last thing I ever expected to happen.
I lost my best friend this summer. And this is one of the hardest things I have ever had to admit to myself. I may have lost her far earlier and just not realized, but I am now acknowledging that when I speak of her, I will no longer preface her name with “my best friend”. It’s strange – there was no fight, no falling out, no pent up anger and frustration at a past action. She literally slowly disappeared from my life. And it seemed as though no matter what I did to try and maintain our friendship, she did not put in her required amount of effort. It can only be so long before I had to decide whether or not the hurt was worth the trouble, when all she did was let me down. And it is regretfully, heartbreakingly time for me to say that she is gone.
This may be the saddest feeling in the world.
On a lighter note:
I’m very thankful to the friends I still have, the ones I became closer too, and the new ones I made. I’m so incredibly happy with them and to make trips to see them wherever they are.
I’m actually even thankful to the creepers/randoms I met this summer (ie. Vlad, Guido, Goldman Sachs Guy, Aspen Bellman, Aspen Townie, Rob TenJune —- mind you this is how they are all listed in my phonebook). Without them, my summer wouldn’t have been half as awkward, frightening, out of control, or entertaining as it has been. Thank god.
At least I can say for my last summer, I went out with a bang. (Figuratively, of course.)
peace, love, and awkward mornings,
natalie marie.
Worst Decision Ever.
Going to college.
Ok, exaggeration. But not by much.
I love Syracuse. I will be one of those obnoxious people that makes her significant other/family watch the sports games and will call friends at UConn to rub our wins in their faces.
WARNING: Digression. Do not read if you cannot follow more than one topic at a time.
[So I'm eating this salad. Has the potential to be really good. It's got peas and corn and carrots and red peppers and celery. But it also has red onion. Now normally I'm not opposed to this vegetable, however, this little guy has taken over my entire palate. So much so that every other vegetable tastes like onion. I'm very disappointed at this moment.]
My Syracuse years will certainly fulfill all those stereotypic clichès and if/when I have children, they will hear about them (and possibly think their mother is a drunk/whore/drug addict/lunatic, but so obvi not the point.) The point is, that I am a die hard-Syracuse-obsessed-fanatic.
And I want to set the school on fire.
BECAUSE as much as I love my school, get good grades, do good things, yadda yadda, I still have to pay out the ass to go there. The majority of my fellow students dont really have to worry about this problem, as they are JAPS and/or trust fund babies. My mother makes a good living. I have a nice house in a nice Connecticut suburb. I have my own car, blah blah. But my mother is NOT paying for my college tuition – which may I remind you is a whopping $43,000 a year.
So last year when I realized that my scholarship and Stafford Loans weren’t going to cut it, and I couldn’t possibly face getting yet another $15,000 loan, I sat down with my FinAid advisor and told her about how my internship is full time and unpaid, how I have a part time job for money to live off during the summer, and how while doing this I was still trying to pay off my credit cards from a semester abroad, not to mention save money for books/booze (ok I didnt tell her booze) in the fall.
So what happens?
Today I get my FinAid award.
Not only do I not get grants or scholarships, but I have been awarded $3,800 LESS than I was awarded last year. NOT TO MENTION, the $2,000 of my award money is now in a loan – not a grant, not work study, a LOAN – at 6.5% interest.
HOW. Is it POSSIBLE. That I sat down with someone and went over how desperate I am for more funds, and they looked at my FAFSA and said “Well, FUCK that chick.”
Someone tell me how. Because I cannot for the life of me figure it out.
So here’s advice for all you kids. College is like a piece of clothing from Abercrombie. Because you’re now a walking Abercrombie advertisement with the logo gratuitously plastered somewhere on the garment, everyone knows that you went to Abercrombie and spent a ton of money. Thus suggesting that you are cool/hot/hip/preppy/rich what have you. But in reality you just spent your last bit of your Christmas money on that one shirt/skirt/sweater and your mom grounded you because you we’re supposed to spend it on your grandmother for her birthday. And now nana isnt getting a present, and you can’t go anywhere in the damn shirt anyway.
In other words, get a real job, work hard, go to school if your job will pay for it. Waste your money on drugs and booze and yourself. Not some guy in a suit who after 4 years will give you a piece of fuckin paper with your name on it. You can get that at Kikos for less than $5.
peace love and cocaine,
natalie marie.
