These are scary times, my friends...

Every once in a while my mom and my grandma get along. Lately we've been in one of those "happy phases." Today, however, we made the bumpy transition back to needing anger management classes and a lot of counseling. From down the hall I heard my mom shout into the phone numerous times. She was yelling about bankruptcy, foreclosures, needing to find a house, stress ulcers, bad backs and I believe she called my grandma various lovely names. I'm sure that my grandma started it. Absolutely positive. If there were Nagging Olympics my grandma would be a gold medalist in every event.

In other news, I'm attempting to find an apartment, confirm financial aid, schedule classes and save the world all within the next month. No wonder I'm so exhausted. You see, because I'm transferring to a school that's like, 18 billion times the size of Alma, things are run a little differently. For example, they don't assign you an advisor. No. Instead they leave you to find one. Not. Fun. I have never met anyone in their Spanish department in my entire life and I've been waiting for over a week to hear back from a professor. Hopefully he takes pity on me and helps me out. As for financial aid, well, my lady hasn't emailed me back either, and it has definitely been a week and a half. When are you gonna get back to me!? Double ugh. I know it'll work out in the end, but all this stress is making me grumpy. And Lord knows I don't do well when I'm grumpy.


Tell me, my dear invisible readers, what's going on with you? Use this canvas as a place to complain about whatever ails you. Are you moving in a few weeks? Looking for a job? Dealing with family? Let us know!