A big fat YES!
What the -? A direct flight with Air Canada was nine dollars cheaper than a connecting flight with WestJet? Even with pre-paid foodstuffs? Fuckin' eh!
No, there isn't satellite TV, but a direct flight to Toronto at an hour allowing us to make it to the hotel before registration is way cool.
Jenine! Book August 2nd to 8th off work! Our flight to Toronto leaves at 6:00AM on the 2nd, and our return flight is at 12:15PM on the 8th. That gives us two days to piss around Toronto.
I have to wait until next month to book the hotel, as my credit card has a $2000 limit. I used to say this was way too high for a kid my age, but now I'm happy about it. I can't believe we're staying in a hotel. THE hotel. Where the convention is. Oh my flipping Jesus, I thought I was going to be booking a hostel.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning where my mental health will be looked over. My managers suggested it. When I said I'd be late for work because of it, I got an 'OMG NOT TOMORROW!!' Even though I have only seven or eight shifts left, I dread every last one of them. Dread them. Would it make me a pussy if I asked the doctor to relieve me of them? It's not even a case of not wanting to do my job. Holy feet, I want to do my job. I want to do it well and enjoy it like I used to, but I honestly can't, hence my quitting and this doctor's appointment. The last thing I want to do is go to counselling once again, but I might have to, if only for my own good. I'm open to any sort of guidance, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it.
I'm almost finished my dress for the Decade of Enchantment Ball, save for a huge drape on the back that I don't have the room to cut out on my kitchen floor (which sucks balls, as a big selling point on this apartment was the large kitchen). I'll need to go to Mum's house for that. Anyway, it's nearly finished and I'll be able to devote the time I need to the other costumes to be hauled to Toronto. There might even be time for quidditch robes.
I'm going to go and fight the hamster now in an attempt to clean her cage.
P.S. The brother got to go to Regina to see Al Gore. Lucky bitch.
No, there isn't satellite TV, but a direct flight to Toronto at an hour allowing us to make it to the hotel before registration is way cool.
Jenine! Book August 2nd to 8th off work! Our flight to Toronto leaves at 6:00AM on the 2nd, and our return flight is at 12:15PM on the 8th. That gives us two days to piss around Toronto.
I have to wait until next month to book the hotel, as my credit card has a $2000 limit. I used to say this was way too high for a kid my age, but now I'm happy about it. I can't believe we're staying in a hotel. THE hotel. Where the convention is. Oh my flipping Jesus, I thought I was going to be booking a hostel.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning where my mental health will be looked over. My managers suggested it. When I said I'd be late for work because of it, I got an 'OMG NOT TOMORROW!!' Even though I have only seven or eight shifts left, I dread every last one of them. Dread them. Would it make me a pussy if I asked the doctor to relieve me of them? It's not even a case of not wanting to do my job. Holy feet, I want to do my job. I want to do it well and enjoy it like I used to, but I honestly can't, hence my quitting and this doctor's appointment. The last thing I want to do is go to counselling once again, but I might have to, if only for my own good. I'm open to any sort of guidance, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about it.
I'm almost finished my dress for the Decade of Enchantment Ball, save for a huge drape on the back that I don't have the room to cut out on my kitchen floor (which sucks balls, as a big selling point on this apartment was the large kitchen). I'll need to go to Mum's house for that. Anyway, it's nearly finished and I'll be able to devote the time I need to the other costumes to be hauled to Toronto. There might even be time for quidditch robes.
I'm going to go and fight the hamster now in an attempt to clean her cage.
P.S. The brother got to go to Regina to see Al Gore. Lucky bitch.