update...that's really all this is.

I've been reading back through my old posts and realized that I've left a lot of threads dangling, unresolved.

I got accepted to Boston University, the school I was mostly afraid that I wouldn't get into. Hip hip hooray...except I can't afford their $60,000 per year tuition.

On to the next applications. At least I'm feeling a little more confident now.

My mother spent six days in the hospital, total. On the fifth day, I hid in the patient bathroom and overheard a doctor talking to my father and telling him that my mother did not, in fact, have stage 4 cervical cancer, she had stage 3, and that this was a good thing.

I waited until the doctor left to come out of the bathroom.

Gee, thanks mom and dad, for telling me she had cancer as soon as you found out. Thanks so much. I didn't have to sit around worrying about why she was bleeding her life out every night and why she lost 50 lbs in two weeks. Literally. I didn't lose hours of sleep or struggle with my homework assignments because I couldn't focus on anything else. I was completely unburdened, studying happily at school and riding around on unicorns.

In case you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic.

He did come, the very next day. Major fail for the first few hours, because the landlord decided to throw a fit once he saw him...because he showed up with a camera around his neck.

Maybe if you weren't doing illegal crap in your backyard, you wouldn't have to be so darn paranoid. He's a photographer, for godsakes.

I've started a donation page for my mom to help pay her medical bills, since, well, good lord, the government sucks rabbit toes and public health insurance (or the lack thereof) is a joke. The week she spent in the hospital cost us ten thousand dollars. Yes. Ten thousand.

On my dad's salary of what, $2000 a month? When half of it comes out for rent, and half of the remaining half pays for other bills and my tuition?

Yes, Uncle Sam, we can afford private insurance of $400/month premiums, that don't even cover pre-existing medical conditions. Of course. Thank you for being so considerate. Screw you.

I'm sorry. I'm not in the best of moods today. Clearly....