I just went to the bank. I asked for a loan, I got declined. I set up a meeting with a financial advisor, on how to save money I don’t have. I didn’t go see one, because I wanted to learn how to save money. I went to see one, in the hopes of getting a loan approved. I thought to myself, MAYBE if I show the bank that I am someone who is looking into saving, they will approve my loan, they will see that I am an upstanding citizen who wants to build a better future and make investments. I wanted to come off like a business woman whom has changed her ways and is looking to change her financial future. What made me think of this? Well you know how in school, you sucked at a class and no matter how much you studied you could not for the life of you understand anything. So you went to class EVERY SINGLE DAY, showed up 10 minutes earlier, sat in the front row, and asked the teacher a million questions. All in the hopes that your teacher saw that you were indeed dedicated but just really dump. And so they took pity on you and passed you anyways. Trust me, this is from experience. This is how I passed accounting in college when more than half the class failed. And for photography? YES I indeed failed photography. How do you ask did I fail photography? Well very simple. When you think you’re way more talented than everyone else, and you take pictures of everything upside down, because you assume that’s how the talented work: by thinking outside the box. Apparently not my teacher, he couldn’t tell what any of the objects were and so he failed me. I guess thats off topic, since showing up early didn’t help in my photography class. I guess the point is with the bank it was either like my accounting class or my photography class. Not to mention I am drunk as I write this post. But then again when haven’t I been drunk lately. I feel like a camel whom is storing water (alcohol) for when the going gets tough. Because I know once I go back to live with my family, I will never see a bottle of alcohol ever again. So back to the bank. The advisor (VERY cute BTW) couldn’t understand why I was there. Not my cute outfit, or my cake face could change his mind. That bastard. I realized when I walked out that he was not cute, but looked like a turtle. A turtle whom could have saved me from financial ruin!