kirk and sulu, jumpin’ out of space shuttles and savin’ each other’s lives
I can still attend the college, but it’s going to be much harder on us financially if I don’t get the aid. I have to file an appeal and cross my fingers that the review board is sympathetic. Fuck.
IT’S NOT AN ERROR. THEY’RE DENYING ME AID BECAUSE THEY ARE COUNTING THE SEMESTER IN 2008 I HAD TO WITHDRAW FROM FOR MEDICAL REASONS.
The line to speak to someone about my financial aid.
UPDATE: I CALLED THE FINANCIAL AID OFFICE BUT I JUST GOT A PRERECORDED MESSAGE. I AM GOING OVER IN PERSON RIGHT AFTER WORK.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY FINANCIAL AID HAS BEEN CANCELLED BECAUSE I’VE COMPLETED LESS THAN 50% OF MY UNITS AT CSUN. I’M A NEW TRANSFER STUDENT, I HAVEN’T TAKEN ANY CLASSES YET.
![cannibal-swag:
wordsoluck:
Un partie de dîner by wordsoluck/plaidpajamapants
You receive a formal invitation, delivered to your doorstep. The unusual request fills you with apprehension, yet you choose to attend the event anyway. Upon reaching the house, you become distraught by your own inadequacy and feel out of place. As you and the other guests file into the dining room, you stare hungrily at the rich, succulent, enticing dishes laid before you. And finally, you spot the hostess. A woman shrouded in mystery, she gestures to each guest in a welcoming, soothing fashion, while her eyes gleam with excitement from beneath the shadows of her face. Her blood-red lips draw back to reveal pearly, acuminous teeth: “Bon appétit!”
Inspired by NBC Hannibal
[Edited 06/18/13]
I enjoy these](http://25.media.tumblr.com/2a4623e0407417c0ed52816b7acb63f2/tumblr_moljqqcoyu1rk3vvqo1_500.jpg)
Un partie de dîner by wordsoluck/plaidpajamapants
You receive a formal invitation, delivered to your doorstep. The unusual request fills you with apprehension, yet you choose to attend the event anyway. Upon reaching the house, you become distraught by your own inadequacy and feel out of place. As you and the other guests file into the dining room, you stare hungrily at the rich, succulent, enticing dishes laid before you. And finally, you spot the hostess. A woman shrouded in mystery, she gestures to each guest in a welcoming, soothing fashion, while her eyes gleam with excitement from beneath the shadows of her face. Her blood-red lips draw back to reveal pearly, acuminous teeth: “Bon appétit!”
Inspired by NBC Hannibal
[Edited 06/18/13]I enjoy these
You don’t like stupid people, you don’t like boring people. You have a problem with authority.
I wouldn’t call it a problem.
