Looks like I'm not getting that tattoo any time soon after all.

I'd be bummed about it, but I'm not entirely surprised that my plans were derailed. My father actually laughed at me. I probably won't be able to do anything that costs money while I'm in Plattsburgh. It's not really his fault that he didn't put in the scholarship paperwork as soon as I gave him my schedule, because he's sick and I get that, but he made it sound like I'd for sure have the money by Christmas and I probably won't get it until late January. (which, I know, shut up and stop bitching because I'm still going to get the money and what kind of a bitch complains about a delay?)

He also made me feel worse about the quilts selling cheaply. He sort of yelled at me for not bidding $15 on all of them like he told me to. I didn't want to keep people who wanted them from getting the quilts, but now I just feel stupid.

Awesome.