- Praying isn't nearly as hard or as scary as I thought it was.
- Reading scriptures with your boyfriend is AWESOME.
- Marshall going on his mission terrifies me (although, I am 100% supportive!!).
- The sooner he leaves, the sooner he comes home.
- Any cute sentence that ends with a sexual comment is no longer cute.
- Things are going to be okay.
- Water Pokemon beat Fire Pokemon (duh).
and...
- Marshall snores a little bit. But I don't think he knows.
As you can tell, I've had a very interesting day today and really didn't have any specific topic to blog about.
Love you all anyways and I'm sure I'll come up with something clever to write about later. Goodnight!
-R
Monday, October 15, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Bank Account and my Overwhelm
So I'm kinda in rage-mode right now. So I apologize for the following rant.
As it stands, between my 4 accounts in my 2 banks, I have a total of
-$8.17 to my name (donations are happily accepted). And I still haven't paid my phone/insurance bill to my dad this month. Awesome, I know. Luckily, I HAVE paid my rent this month. Which means I'm not gonna get evicted. Thank goodness. Because, as much as I love my parents, I do not want to move back in with them.
The problem with banking right now is that they have this horrible thing called an "overdraft fee". It is a terrible fee that is a tax on the poor. I know. I know. It is how banks make their money and it's a necessity and I'm a whiner. Blah blah blah. That doesn't mean that I like it AT ALL. For those that don't know what an "overdraft fee" is. It is a fee you get when you go into a negative amount in your bank account. So it is a fee that they charge you for being broke. Why that makes ANY sense, I will never know. It's like giving people tickets for not having car insurance. They don't have car insurance because they can't afford it. So you fee them? That's obnoxious. Yes, it makes sense. But it doesn't solve the problem.
Anyways, so they place a big fat fee on you ($35 in my case). Which sends you even more into the negative. And for every week (I think) that you're in the negative, they fine you $35 more dollars! Sending you further into the negative. Awesome! Please! Fee me! So I now have an ugly negative number in my bank account. I can't buy groceries. I can't pay my dad for my phone and insurance bill this month. And I can't put gas in my car. Wanna know the problem with that? Without gas, I can't go to work. If I don't go to work, I don't get paid. If I don't get paid, I have no money to put into my bank accounts. It is a long, vicious cycle. Hopefully, one that will be broken with my next paycheck.
Also, I have the flu. Incredible.
Leaving on a good note, my antidepressants are working wonderfully and I am feeling like a completely normal person. I have my ups and downs. And I get to actually enjoy my ups! It is absolutely amazing. No, I am not constantly in a good mood. And that's not what I want. I want to have normal emotions. I want to have goods and bads. With depression, I couldn't have those. I had bads and REALLY bads. But things are getting better. And I couldn't be happier.
Happily overwhelmed.
-R
As it stands, between my 4 accounts in my 2 banks, I have a total of
-$8.17 to my name (donations are happily accepted). And I still haven't paid my phone/insurance bill to my dad this month. Awesome, I know. Luckily, I HAVE paid my rent this month. Which means I'm not gonna get evicted. Thank goodness. Because, as much as I love my parents, I do not want to move back in with them.
The problem with banking right now is that they have this horrible thing called an "overdraft fee". It is a terrible fee that is a tax on the poor. I know. I know. It is how banks make their money and it's a necessity and I'm a whiner. Blah blah blah. That doesn't mean that I like it AT ALL. For those that don't know what an "overdraft fee" is. It is a fee you get when you go into a negative amount in your bank account. So it is a fee that they charge you for being broke. Why that makes ANY sense, I will never know. It's like giving people tickets for not having car insurance. They don't have car insurance because they can't afford it. So you fee them? That's obnoxious. Yes, it makes sense. But it doesn't solve the problem.
Anyways, so they place a big fat fee on you ($35 in my case). Which sends you even more into the negative. And for every week (I think) that you're in the negative, they fine you $35 more dollars! Sending you further into the negative. Awesome! Please! Fee me! So I now have an ugly negative number in my bank account. I can't buy groceries. I can't pay my dad for my phone and insurance bill this month. And I can't put gas in my car. Wanna know the problem with that? Without gas, I can't go to work. If I don't go to work, I don't get paid. If I don't get paid, I have no money to put into my bank accounts. It is a long, vicious cycle. Hopefully, one that will be broken with my next paycheck.
Also, I have the flu. Incredible.
Leaving on a good note, my antidepressants are working wonderfully and I am feeling like a completely normal person. I have my ups and downs. And I get to actually enjoy my ups! It is absolutely amazing. No, I am not constantly in a good mood. And that's not what I want. I want to have normal emotions. I want to have goods and bads. With depression, I couldn't have those. I had bads and REALLY bads. But things are getting better. And I couldn't be happier.
Happily overwhelmed.
-R
Let the REAL Blogging Begin
The real blogging is about to begin, world. I'm gonna start posting on a regular basis. Just stating random things going on my life. People (family, mainly) has told me that they have no idea what I'm doing with my life these days. Well, this will give you a bit of an idea what's going on in my (frankly, boring) life.
So, here goes. Me. Rachel Julia Peterson. A freshman at UVU that has -$8.17 to her name (a long story that will probably be explained later) and makes a habit of hanging out with a bunch of guys dressed in green morph suits, is going to start blogging on a regular basis. I am going to start posting things in my life. Because i have stuff to say. And who really cares if nobody ever reads it? At least it will be out there to be read, right?
So, here goes. Me. Rachel Julia Peterson. A freshman at UVU that has -$8.17 to her name (a long story that will probably be explained later) and makes a habit of hanging out with a bunch of guys dressed in green morph suits, is going to start blogging on a regular basis. I am going to start posting things in my life. Because i have stuff to say. And who really cares if nobody ever reads it? At least it will be out there to be read, right?
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