teh anger.

I just had a heated conversation with a friend about how financial aid screws us over a lot… she’s complaining about how some grant she usually gets got decreased, and how she was given a different grant instead and she was trying to understand why they’d “screw her over” like that.

Blah blah blah.

She’s fucking wearing brand-name clothes, and she lives in this 3-story house in north corvallis and her parents are relatively rich. (they have their own business.) What the fuck is she complaining about? She got to go to China or something for a year last year. The pen she’s using alone costs about $10. Jesus fucking christ. I’m sitting here with a $300/month budget, living NOT WITH MY PARENTS, and she’s sitting across from me wearing $75 shoes, saying how we need to set up “some kind of complaint system” to whine about how our lives suck and the government doesn’t give us more money.

“So you live with your family right?”
“yeah.”
“So you don’t have to deal with rent and stuff right?”
“No. Because then I’d have to work.”

Jesus christ. I hate rich whiny people.