The news that made my semester

So, I was making some hamburgers, and I got a call from the madre. She called financial aid to sort out the issue with my step-dad's income. If his income had to be accounted for like Grand Canyon University says it does, then I'd be pretty much screwed out of financial aid. Which I think is ridiculous. My step-dad is a teacher. Regardless of whether or not his income should count towards determining my financial aid, my parents can't afford to pay for my college. However, even though the FAFSA procedure is to report both, UofA doesn't look at the step-parent. I love the UofA. If getting to keep the money you pay rent with and not owing thousands of dollars back doesn't give you school spirit, I don't know what will.

This also means the pressure is off me finding a job right away since all the money I need to pay rent is sitting in my bank account.

The last two night, my house has been invaded, INVADED by Kristi's sorority sisters. I know Jesse has been enjoying himself. Right Jesse? Eh? Eh? *nudge nudge* No but seriously, the house is more invaded with flour. Bags of flour unto the end of the earth. The sad part is that the house is cleaner with bags of flour, bags of sugar, boxes and boxes of mason jars, and all that than it is ordinarily. Pretty sad if you ask me.

Now in closing and for your viewing pleasure and such, I leave you with some pictures of Kia sitting in a tiny lawn chair:




Aw, isn't that just the most pathetic things you've seen in a while?

UPDATE: I was walking home from class, and I saw a girl riding down Highland on a bike while smoking a cigarette. What the heck? It's like using a cell phone on a bike. Why, oh why must it be illegal for me to flog these people?