Hooray hooray, everything is going so well...and then you hear the needle scratching the record. It seems that I have to re~apply and submit a letter of appeal. And for what reason am I doing this? I hate that school, dislike some of the douche-bag professors I have encountered - talking to you Ponytail guy with your slick guitar. So you couldn't make it as a musician, decided to become a teacher and force your students to be your audience.
And don't think I forgot about you arsehole insurance people. Oh sorry we didn't tell you we'd be taking a quarter of the total amount out all at once. Sure drive to the office that is situated in an isolated house surrounded by fields, we won't be there during business hours though and we have also fibbed about having a debit machine. Eighteen days you should have. Should have, but you won't.

It has not been that great of a day today. But hey, I finished the faxing I had to do.

I'd give my finger to the insurance company, but they already have everything else

I dislike my insurance company. I know, it's not an unusual thing to make such a statement. But why do I dislike mine? Just a few minor details, and perhaps you may understand why I harbor this resentment.

It was time to update my insurance and due to circumstances I had to go through another company, one that's more conveniently located. Everything seemed okay. That is until I noticed that my first payment did not go through. When I phoned the company and made the inquiry, I was informed that the broker with whom I was dealing with recently quit. Not too big of a deal, right? Except she didn't file my application before resigning so I was essentially without insurance.
Eventually I get this all sorted out only to learn my first payment does not go through again, but this time it is because it's not the expected two month payment but three months. Three months? Is that normal. Again, I must make contact with the company, (which incidentally does not have a real office in the general area) and they tell me how long I have to make the payment and where. Today I go to the office (where I filled out the application) and wouldn't you know it, nobody is there - it's closed with a sign attached stating someone would be back soon. So I wait, and wait. Finally the agent returns only for me to learn that no I cannot pay by debit as the person at the head office told me I could. So over 30 minutes waiting for zilch.

I know, I know. Others have had it alot worse and I should be happy just to be able to get insurance. But I don't care about the other people, I'm only concerned with me.

Do you hear that? That's the sound of self-pity.

How can I put this eloquently? Everything right now sucks ass. Someone has reduced me to paranoid stalker material. Mall air has invaded my space thereby preventing me from keeping the job. And I was unaware until now - past the deadline incidentally - that I am to re-apply for school. If I had known about this reapplication process, I would've asked the right questions a few months ago when I was speaking with someone from the school. But I didn't ask the right questions, therefore I was not made aware that such a process was necessary. All that was said to me was applying as a special student for summer courses could interfere with my standing come September. Damn. Why couldn't I decipher that to know it meant, "You must reapply dumbass"

On a lighter note, I was able to watch a deer casually walk down the middle of my road last night. That was until another critter, probably a raccoon, snapped a branch or something, which caught Kieran's attention. And he was off. Good on him - taking off down a dark road that cars barrel down at +80km/hr at two in the morning. Like a breath of fresh air. Luckily (for me or for the dog?) he quickly returned - presumably when he realized the chase was futile.