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.