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aruanAnd I was doing so well, too.
Back to school, all tests aced before the break, all play and no work until Thursday, hallelujahlifeisgood, and then Le Chasez has to go and rock my boat with this special brand of insanity of a tour schedule. Have I not been a good fan, JC - devoted, indulgent, and enthusiastic? Where did we go so wrong?
Anyway.
I'm not actually taking myself seriously here, lalala, everyone's problems should be so high-end, but honestly, this is going to be the fourth semester I'll be barely scraping it together academically at the end of the term because of last-minute tripping along the seaboards. And I would just sit tight and go to my hometown shows, but really, I'm getting more show for about as much money, with many, many cool people and infinitely less hassle if I travel to the Left Coast rather than attempting to cruise around Florida and Georgia.
So I'm trying my level best to make it work here, and somehow not entirely succeeding - I've tried flying out on every conceivable date between the 15th and 19th from everywhere between Miami and Jacksonville at every time of day, and getting a flight back anywhere between Las Vegas and Los Angeles, anytime between right after the show on the 21st to the wee hours of the 23rd. I've tried round-trip, two one-ways, multiple destinations and even let them lay me over as many times and places as they please, and no airline will deign to consider anything under $250 for the ride. Someone really needs to let me in on what it is that has mid-April airfare jacked up to about double what it normally is.
The other problem is school. I have the nonrescheduleable speaking part of my French exam on the 23rd, not to mention I'd inevitably be missing at least three days of American History and two Editing labs (those only being what's crucial, Psych and French are make up-able.) I've never been absent from either class and could probably talk to the teachers, but that's still a lot to cram right in at the end with papers and finals already looming large.
And oh, let's not forget that I still have my job until the 23rd. Which means I'd have to find someone to cover those last three shifts.
But what it comes down to is that, simply, I'm not missing Anaheim or Vegas, whatever hellfire and brimstone may rain down as a result of it. I will somehow find a way to afford the airfare even if it means pooling the fruits of my entire career as a journalist to date. I can talk to my professors and call people two weeks ahead to cover my shifts at work. This is all eminently feasible. It's just really not looking like it can work right now, and I'm too close, want it too badly and too strung out to see a way for it to right itself.
It can all be fine. It will all be fine, I just can't see it right now.
So until such a time as events are somehow resolved, I see myself sustaining on various coffees and Gatorade, relatively no food (as opposed to my normally healthy, bountiful diet *rolls eyes*), erratic and secondhand sleep patterns, not enough antacids to counter that ulcer I'm genetically destined for within the next ten years, a lot of obsessive nail maintenance, mood swings, daydreaming, possibly some cracktastic writing, and being constantly strung so high, anyone else would snap after an hour of it.
Once I'm done with the paralyzing anxiety part.
Quote of the Day:
"You're not gonna have me eating your hippie food!"
-Emily
Back to school, all tests aced before the break, all play and no work until Thursday, hallelujahlifeisgood, and then Le Chasez has to go and rock my boat with this special brand of insanity of a tour schedule. Have I not been a good fan, JC - devoted, indulgent, and enthusiastic? Where did we go so wrong?
Anyway.
I'm not actually taking myself seriously here, lalala, everyone's problems should be so high-end, but honestly, this is going to be the fourth semester I'll be barely scraping it together academically at the end of the term because of last-minute tripping along the seaboards. And I would just sit tight and go to my hometown shows, but really, I'm getting more show for about as much money, with many, many cool people and infinitely less hassle if I travel to the Left Coast rather than attempting to cruise around Florida and Georgia.
So I'm trying my level best to make it work here, and somehow not entirely succeeding - I've tried flying out on every conceivable date between the 15th and 19th from everywhere between Miami and Jacksonville at every time of day, and getting a flight back anywhere between Las Vegas and Los Angeles, anytime between right after the show on the 21st to the wee hours of the 23rd. I've tried round-trip, two one-ways, multiple destinations and even let them lay me over as many times and places as they please, and no airline will deign to consider anything under $250 for the ride. Someone really needs to let me in on what it is that has mid-April airfare jacked up to about double what it normally is.
The other problem is school. I have the nonrescheduleable speaking part of my French exam on the 23rd, not to mention I'd inevitably be missing at least three days of American History and two Editing labs (those only being what's crucial, Psych and French are make up-able.) I've never been absent from either class and could probably talk to the teachers, but that's still a lot to cram right in at the end with papers and finals already looming large.
And oh, let's not forget that I still have my job until the 23rd. Which means I'd have to find someone to cover those last three shifts.
But what it comes down to is that, simply, I'm not missing Anaheim or Vegas, whatever hellfire and brimstone may rain down as a result of it. I will somehow find a way to afford the airfare even if it means pooling the fruits of my entire career as a journalist to date. I can talk to my professors and call people two weeks ahead to cover my shifts at work. This is all eminently feasible. It's just really not looking like it can work right now, and I'm too close, want it too badly and too strung out to see a way for it to right itself.
It can all be fine. It will all be fine, I just can't see it right now.
So until such a time as events are somehow resolved, I see myself sustaining on various coffees and Gatorade, relatively no food (as opposed to my normally healthy, bountiful diet *rolls eyes*), erratic and secondhand sleep patterns, not enough antacids to counter that ulcer I'm genetically destined for within the next ten years, a lot of obsessive nail maintenance, mood swings, daydreaming, possibly some cracktastic writing, and being constantly strung so high, anyone else would snap after an hour of it.
Once I'm done with the paralyzing anxiety part.
Quote of the Day:
"You're not gonna have me eating your hippie food!"
-Emily
