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THINGS THAT ARE AWESOME.
* DEXTER. How do you keep getting better every week without a false step? How? All season, I have been in "can't wait for the next ep" mode. Now I am in "CANNOT FUCKING WAIT FOR THE NEXT EP IS IT MONDAY YET WHERE IS MY DOWNLOAD OMG" mode. Every week this show builds the tension and the story and now the evidence for the Bay Harbor Butcher points inescapably toward a member of the Miami Police Department; Lundy thinks Dexter is sketchy as all hell (and Lundy's hooking up with Deb, oh man, please don't let her get fucked over again, she'll never recover); DOAKES FOUND THE BLOOD SLIDES let us hope he forgets about that pesky "inadmissable evidence" thing, which, hey, wasn't that a problem in one of his past cases that let the criminal walk?; Lila is fucking crazy, set Dexter up to be assaulted, and broke into Rita's house, can't wait to see Dexter explain that one; and Dexter is totally going to have to kill her ass to protect Rita and the kids, because you know Lila won't heed his warning, and you also know he's not the first guy she's dated who had distractions that needed removing. The only reason we know Dexter will get out of it all is because there's going to be a third season. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel too confident, because a show this unflinchingly intense and honest would have no problem ending its run with the serial killer protagonist rolling up his sleeve for that lethal injection. But they've got the noose around his neck, and I don't have any clear, solid ideas on how he's going to wriggle out of it. There was that scene in Lundy's first ep where he didn't seem to object too much to the BHB's choice of victims, and he is a smart, practical guy who happens to have feelings for the killer's sister. The show's not being shy about Deb's father issues being related to her interest in Lundy - maybe he'll prove to have another parallel to Harry by seeing what Dexter does as a grim necessity. And maybe his interest in seeing Deb not get further traumatized by discovering Dexter's secret (seriously, like that wouldn't fuck anyone up for life, but after everything with Rudy? She'd need a freaking rubber room) would also play a part in his wanting to see Dexter escape unscathed. And the writers have done such a clear job of setting Doakes up to be an easy scapegoat . . .
* Bank of America charged me a total of forty bucks for a couple of overdrafts that added up to twelve dollars and change. The type of accounts I have, one specially designed for college students, comes with one "get out of jail free" card in regards to overdraft fees, and I was pretty sure I hadn't used it yet, so I went down to the bank this afternoon in hopes of getting twenty bucks back, but not feeling too optimistic.
They refunded the entire forty dollars. How awesome is that? Considering that they're a big chain and I hold a free account, I didn't really think I'd see my money again, but I guess they get the whole customer service thing after all.
So! If you are in need of a bank, and a credit union isn't feasible for whatever reason (always go with a credit union if you can, they are the best; I miss the one I was using, but it was too hard for me to get there to make deposits during the semester since I don't drive), you could do worse than Bank of America.
* . . . of course, in the long run, the joke's on me. I've come up short of money this semester for many reasons, mostly involving every single one of my expenses going up all at once, plus the structure of winter vacation doesn't allow, in either December or January, for me to work enough to scrape rent money together. Last year, Grandpa made up the difference during vacation, but he's gone now and took half their income with him. He saved plenty, so Grandma's not going to be having Alpo for dinner, but he was the financial mind in their marriage. I know they could afford what he gave me, because he would have flat-out told me otherwise, but now that Grandma's on her own and doesn't have a clue about all the portfolio stuff Grandpa had going, I'm not comfortable asking her for that much money. So instead I asked her to co-sign an extra student loan so that I will have a place to live until I get my next financial aid check in February. I've been stressing about it hard, since the first place I tried (which, ironically, I already have my Stafford loans with, wtf) shot us down because my credit history is not as shiny as it might be. I applied for a loan through Bank of America today and, since they use the co-signer's credit history as a basis for approval, it got approved. Thank fuck. I mean, I wasn't gonna end up homeless, since Grandma said she would lend me the money if I needed up, but I am really, really glad she doesn't have to. So it looks like Bank of America will be making plenty off me after all. Don't get me wrong, it was a relatively small amount, and my student loan debt is miniscule compared to what so many people graduate with these days - but it'll still be more than forty bucks in the end.
I was gonna put more stuff, but a thing that is not awesome is that I e-mailed my Sport Psych instructor on WEDNESDAY to let her know that I would be missing Thursday class and was there anything I needed for tomorrow, and she got back to me THIS AFTERNOON to tell me about an assignment. Because having time over the weekend to work on it wouldn't have been kinda nice or anything. Oh, well.I probably wouldn't have anyway.
* DEXTER. How do you keep getting better every week without a false step? How? All season, I have been in "can't wait for the next ep" mode. Now I am in "CANNOT FUCKING WAIT FOR THE NEXT EP IS IT MONDAY YET WHERE IS MY DOWNLOAD OMG" mode. Every week this show builds the tension and the story and now the evidence for the Bay Harbor Butcher points inescapably toward a member of the Miami Police Department; Lundy thinks Dexter is sketchy as all hell (and Lundy's hooking up with Deb, oh man, please don't let her get fucked over again, she'll never recover); DOAKES FOUND THE BLOOD SLIDES let us hope he forgets about that pesky "inadmissable evidence" thing, which, hey, wasn't that a problem in one of his past cases that let the criminal walk?; Lila is fucking crazy, set Dexter up to be assaulted, and broke into Rita's house, can't wait to see Dexter explain that one; and Dexter is totally going to have to kill her ass to protect Rita and the kids, because you know Lila won't heed his warning, and you also know he's not the first guy she's dated who had distractions that needed removing. The only reason we know Dexter will get out of it all is because there's going to be a third season. Otherwise, I wouldn't feel too confident, because a show this unflinchingly intense and honest would have no problem ending its run with the serial killer protagonist rolling up his sleeve for that lethal injection. But they've got the noose around his neck, and I don't have any clear, solid ideas on how he's going to wriggle out of it. There was that scene in Lundy's first ep where he didn't seem to object too much to the BHB's choice of victims, and he is a smart, practical guy who happens to have feelings for the killer's sister. The show's not being shy about Deb's father issues being related to her interest in Lundy - maybe he'll prove to have another parallel to Harry by seeing what Dexter does as a grim necessity. And maybe his interest in seeing Deb not get further traumatized by discovering Dexter's secret (seriously, like that wouldn't fuck anyone up for life, but after everything with Rudy? She'd need a freaking rubber room) would also play a part in his wanting to see Dexter escape unscathed. And the writers have done such a clear job of setting Doakes up to be an easy scapegoat . . .
* Bank of America charged me a total of forty bucks for a couple of overdrafts that added up to twelve dollars and change. The type of accounts I have, one specially designed for college students, comes with one "get out of jail free" card in regards to overdraft fees, and I was pretty sure I hadn't used it yet, so I went down to the bank this afternoon in hopes of getting twenty bucks back, but not feeling too optimistic.
They refunded the entire forty dollars. How awesome is that? Considering that they're a big chain and I hold a free account, I didn't really think I'd see my money again, but I guess they get the whole customer service thing after all.
So! If you are in need of a bank, and a credit union isn't feasible for whatever reason (always go with a credit union if you can, they are the best; I miss the one I was using, but it was too hard for me to get there to make deposits during the semester since I don't drive), you could do worse than Bank of America.
* . . . of course, in the long run, the joke's on me. I've come up short of money this semester for many reasons, mostly involving every single one of my expenses going up all at once, plus the structure of winter vacation doesn't allow, in either December or January, for me to work enough to scrape rent money together. Last year, Grandpa made up the difference during vacation, but he's gone now and took half their income with him. He saved plenty, so Grandma's not going to be having Alpo for dinner, but he was the financial mind in their marriage. I know they could afford what he gave me, because he would have flat-out told me otherwise, but now that Grandma's on her own and doesn't have a clue about all the portfolio stuff Grandpa had going, I'm not comfortable asking her for that much money. So instead I asked her to co-sign an extra student loan so that I will have a place to live until I get my next financial aid check in February. I've been stressing about it hard, since the first place I tried (which, ironically, I already have my Stafford loans with, wtf) shot us down because my credit history is not as shiny as it might be. I applied for a loan through Bank of America today and, since they use the co-signer's credit history as a basis for approval, it got approved. Thank fuck. I mean, I wasn't gonna end up homeless, since Grandma said she would lend me the money if I needed up, but I am really, really glad she doesn't have to. So it looks like Bank of America will be making plenty off me after all. Don't get me wrong, it was a relatively small amount, and my student loan debt is miniscule compared to what so many people graduate with these days - but it'll still be more than forty bucks in the end.
I was gonna put more stuff, but a thing that is not awesome is that I e-mailed my Sport Psych instructor on WEDNESDAY to let her know that I would be missing Thursday class and was there anything I needed for tomorrow, and she got back to me THIS AFTERNOON to tell me about an assignment. Because having time over the weekend to work on it wouldn't have been kinda nice or anything. Oh, well.
