I'm still here!

Yes, readers, your other illustrious author is in fact here. I have been neglectful of my duties (having been verbally abused by some other author-type person...you know who you are), and I am now back.
I suppose you are wondering what the heck would take me away from such a life-altering phenomenon as blogging? Well, I'll tell you.

Remember back, way back to about last week....you know, when I wrote that blog oozing of self-pity and remorse? Hopefully you skipped it. ANYWAY....back to the big picture. I wrote this blog about England. Yeah, I wanted to go, but funding was...well...to put it nicely, funding was a bitch. It wasn't happening. After a whole summer of going back and forth, no sleep, many replays of Leap Year later (hey, don't knock it. I like the scenery), I couldn't figure it out. Yeah sure, everyone kept saying keep praying, you never know. In all my stupid negativity, I thought, nope, not happening.
Then last Friday happened. Somehow or another through the strange life sucking portal of government loans, I received all of my funding. I think I sat at my desk for a good half hour staring at the computer. I was in shock.
However this didn't include the extra I would need to survive. So school was paid for, but not without mass obligations to be paid for beforehand. I was in a state of obsession. I had to figure this all out. My parents couldn't pay for anything. I'm a preacher's kid, enough said.
Today rolled around. I was frantically trying to search the same stupid websites I had looked at before for some kind of miracle. Guess what? Loan companies don't specialize in those.
Then I got an email. It was from the financial aid guy in Oxford. He said he realized my predicament and was willing to work this out. I needed to prove the funds were legitimately needed in a letter. He could guarantee $5000 but probably not the $10,000 (yes, the UK is seriously expensive, and this was not money for shoes (ugh, that's a long story). So I wrote the letter.
Long story short...I AM GOING BACK TO OXFORD. I don't really know what else to say reader. My brain is fried, my nerves are non-existent, but I am going back.