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so i spent the whole drive here [to school] depressed as all ass, since i got a letter in the mail talking about lawyers and arbitration, among other things my broke ass does not understand. see, i owe capital one over $300. i cannot pay them this money, since i [1] don't have it [2] don't even have a current statement with which to send them a check. so i am screwed, and they want me to send them this piece of paper that says i do not want arbitration. the only problem is that they didn't really do a good job of explaining arbitration, they just told me that it was bad and it would hurt me. how do i know that it really is bad for them, and they're just trying to convince stupid little me that it's what i don't want. so i don't know. and on top of those money woes are my other problems, including my car, which needs an oil change, a tune-up, and new brakes in the front, again. plus i somehow need to be ready to pay my tuition next semester. and i don't know if my bad credit is going to hinder me in my efforts to get student loans next year when i go away to school. i really don't want to be stuck living with my parents again next year, spending my third year in community college hell. plus my hand is all itchy and red and all day i teased my mom saying i had cutaneous anthrax, i mean, that other lady who died of inhalation anthrax worked at a hospital and on occasion handled mail... which is what i do, although i think i do a bit more mail handling. i don't really think i have cutaneous anthrax but sometimes i end up freaking myself out.
ehh. next i have to go to class, i hate class, hate it hate it.
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