Not Me....

Well in case anyone was wondering, I didn't get that H3. Long story short-my dad didn't wanna help me out by cosigning even though they were offering me 15000 for my car (more than what I'm trying to sell it for) and that would have SIGNIFICANTLY cut down the final cost of the new car. The sales-homie has called me like 3 times today and left me messages saying he has some good news about the car. I don't want to call him back because I know he'll just keep trying to push the car on me. Its just like every other situation in which my father has refused to help me out.Sinus surgery-no; this is a necessity. I didn't develop these sinus problems that I have. I INHERITED them from my DAD!!! Culinary school- no; people from the schools I was accepted to continue to send me letters and pamphlets. Film school- no; people from the school continue to send me letters and pamphlets. WHY DON'T THEY GET IT?!?!?! I CAN'T GO! I reeeeaaallllyy just want to go to culinary school and open a reataurant (or four). I don't understand the reps from these schools can't comprehend it when I tell them "my family won't help me and I can't afford your school on my own". Still, they call. It is beyond me. Even with loans and grants, etc., the Culinary Institute of America is MUCH too expensive for me to even dream of going there. Oprah, if you can hear me, please pay for my school. I'd be more than happy to work for you. Give me a show like Dr. P and RayRay. Or even a radio like Gayle. I promise I won't let you down. I'll do anything. I'll even write my autobiography and some fiction that you can promote on you book club. Someone, make my dream come true.

Cakes, Cookies and Chocolate,
F
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