An issue no tissue can accomodate

Well. Im fucked. Properly fucked. If my dad doesnt call to get approved to co-sign on my loan, then I will be unable to attend school until I pump out the money. Even then if he calls, Im not so 100% sure he has a good credit report to even co-sign. This means ill have to ask my penny pinching grandmother to cosign for a $16,750 loan. This is to cover the fact he didnt sign a loan back in January that would have covered this extent, but is now hindering me from continuing my education out here. That is shittier. My mom got turned down for said loan because of one unpaid medical bill from 1994. That's three strikes and I am shit out of luck. I cant be approved for this loan because I have no credit to score nor any credentials to back up a loan. Thatd be a fourth strike...if youre keepin toll at home.

Ball Suckin City. I belong out in Colorado. I have friends out here. I have a new life out here. Im finally away from the butt-fucking shithole that is Albia life after 20. Ive finally found something I am happy doing and can be happy doing the rest of my life, and my assenine (sic) and irresponciable father & extended family have found a way to fuck it up. So, I can wash dishes at Oakwook and live in a drafty apartment in Albia, away from the cartooning Im destined for and people who I care for/need now the most. *does the Happy Dance* emote: contemplates what shotgun shells taste like.