LONDON CALLING. MIND THE GAP. WHAT HO.
Sooo, LJ, I keep saying I'll update you and then I change my icons or look at communities and give up. My entries are always so goddamn long and boring--they're at least as tedious to write as they are to read. It's hard to work up the energy to care.
Also, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING has really happened since my last updates. I still don't know if I have that job I interviewed for a cool month (?!) ago and I've been too apathetic to search further. I still don't have health insurance, but I've been rejected TWICE for coverage! One time, it was the entire list of my maladies plus my BMI that got me scuppered, and the second, it was ... that I once had low iron. FOR A MONTH. I'M FINE NOW. So that was a cheap shot; I need to try and repeal that one. The first policy's got me, though--I've got all the problems they listed and I really can't lie/fudge anything there. So that sucks. Obama, get me some goddamn health care!!
The one thing that HAS happened is absolutely fucking awesome, though. I didn't want to talk about it here until I got it out of the 'madcap idea' range and into 'plotted and established.'
I'M GOING TO ENGLAND NEXT MONTH.
FUCK YES, THAT ENGLAND. WITH THE TEA AND THE SALAD CREAM AND THE REALLY OLD SHIT.
AAAAAAAAAAH. If you know me at all, you know that London has always been my ideal vacation place. I have Anglophilia something chronic. I love British music and British food and British culture and British history and something even MORE amazing than going to London has spurred me to go:
SUEDE ARE REUNITING FOR A GIG ON 24 MARCH AND I GOT TICKETS. WTF WTF WTF I NEVER EVER THOUGHT I'D SEE SUEDE LIVE!!!!!!!!! It still hasn't really set in yet. I'm not sure when it WILL set in. The Manics still feel like a dream in my head, and now THIS. WTF.
As far as funding my broke ass over there goes, I've decided to make use of the money Grandma Z. left me just before she died in 1998. It is a pretty large chunk of change and for the past 12 years, it's done nothing more than shuffle around bank accounts, collecting interest. Yes, I know, it's good to have money saved, etc. etc. but it's ALSO good to do some world travelin' and leave Omaha as frequently as possible.
Of course, I'm not going alone! I've gotten tickets for my superfriend cheshcan and our ManicsQuest companions newgeneration and chuckjd and we've been plotting where to stay and what dates would be cheapest to fly on and what we should be eating. Janelle has spreadsheets galore--it's mad crazy. She even wrote us a daily menu so we can cook instead of buying fast food, which gives us a chance to hang out in Tesco and admire all the interesting canned goods for sale!
Because hotels are STUPID expensive and hostels are gross and don't have room for the four of us to be together in a private room, we've found ourselves a sublet in Kensington and it's basically perfect, provided the owner doesn't flake on us. It is a structure that exists in space and time (my definition for this involves Street View on GoogleMaps) and we put down a payment on it, so hopefully that works out. We're still ironing out everything, but we have our travel dates! We're leaving from our various locales on Monday 15 March and getting into London the next morning. Janelle and Alyssa are leaving Monday the 29th and Chesh and I are leaving Tuesday the 30th. I'm going to be the last one out of the flat because my flight doesn't leave until 3PM, so hopefully I don't fuck everything up really badly.
We're all excited about various activities--definitely hitting up Camden Market and Kensington High Street, this Tudor Boat thing, the Ripper Walk, a club night called Feeling Gloomy that Nicky attends (THEY PLAY NEW ORDER!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! I'M GOING TO GET SO DOWN TO "TRUE FAITH" THAT I'LL END UP IN THE BASEMENT!!!), and, of course, SUEDE. I also bought Nicky, Chesh and me tickets to IAMX on March 20, so that's gonna be basically fucking awesome.
I AM giving up a Muse concert in Chicago on 12 March for this, but ... eh. Sorry, guys. I still love you, and I bet "Undisclosed Desires" rocks even harder in person, but it'll just have to wait. Maybe I can see y'all at Wembley in September, since I'll probably love England so much I'll just pack up Kitten and all my crap and move there.
My parents were told of this plot on Friday, once I'd booked the plane tickets, and they actually did not freak out! My dad only wanted to know how I was funding it and he did not flip a single shit about me using the Precious Savings, possibly because his own grandparents funded his drunken pre-college trek through central Europe and he knows I'm not THAT irresponsible. Mom seemed more confused, but I don't really think either cares beyond me getting fucking health insurance before I go. WOULD LOVE TO, Y'ALL, BUT EVERY COMPANY IN AMERICA'S REJECTING MY SICK ASS.
So yeah. I'm excited to finally meet Nicky in person and to ride the Underground and to hear amazing accents EVERYWHERE I GO and see Brett Anderson shaking his bits to the hits RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Chesh and I had hoped to go to England at SOME point this year, but Suede threw a wrench in that plan. But I don't care, as long as we're going. IT'S GONNA BE SOOOO AWESOMEEEE.
Now I just have to find something to make the time pass between now and then. A job would be nice. Anyone need a college-educated poet/karaoke DJ/singer/freestyle dancer/knitter/proofreader/writer/editor? I'm up for hire.
J.
Also, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING has really happened since my last updates. I still don't know if I have that job I interviewed for a cool month (?!) ago and I've been too apathetic to search further. I still don't have health insurance, but I've been rejected TWICE for coverage! One time, it was the entire list of my maladies plus my BMI that got me scuppered, and the second, it was ... that I once had low iron. FOR A MONTH. I'M FINE NOW. So that was a cheap shot; I need to try and repeal that one. The first policy's got me, though--I've got all the problems they listed and I really can't lie/fudge anything there. So that sucks. Obama, get me some goddamn health care!!
The one thing that HAS happened is absolutely fucking awesome, though. I didn't want to talk about it here until I got it out of the 'madcap idea' range and into 'plotted and established.'
I'M GOING TO ENGLAND NEXT MONTH.
FUCK YES, THAT ENGLAND. WITH THE TEA AND THE SALAD CREAM AND THE REALLY OLD SHIT.
AAAAAAAAAAH. If you know me at all, you know that London has always been my ideal vacation place. I have Anglophilia something chronic. I love British music and British food and British culture and British history and something even MORE amazing than going to London has spurred me to go:
SUEDE ARE REUNITING FOR A GIG ON 24 MARCH AND I GOT TICKETS. WTF WTF WTF I NEVER EVER THOUGHT I'D SEE SUEDE LIVE!!!!!!!!! It still hasn't really set in yet. I'm not sure when it WILL set in. The Manics still feel like a dream in my head, and now THIS. WTF.
As far as funding my broke ass over there goes, I've decided to make use of the money Grandma Z. left me just before she died in 1998. It is a pretty large chunk of change and for the past 12 years, it's done nothing more than shuffle around bank accounts, collecting interest. Yes, I know, it's good to have money saved, etc. etc. but it's ALSO good to do some world travelin' and leave Omaha as frequently as possible.
Of course, I'm not going alone! I've gotten tickets for my superfriend cheshcan and our ManicsQuest companions newgeneration and chuckjd and we've been plotting where to stay and what dates would be cheapest to fly on and what we should be eating. Janelle has spreadsheets galore--it's mad crazy. She even wrote us a daily menu so we can cook instead of buying fast food, which gives us a chance to hang out in Tesco and admire all the interesting canned goods for sale!
Because hotels are STUPID expensive and hostels are gross and don't have room for the four of us to be together in a private room, we've found ourselves a sublet in Kensington and it's basically perfect, provided the owner doesn't flake on us. It is a structure that exists in space and time (my definition for this involves Street View on GoogleMaps) and we put down a payment on it, so hopefully that works out. We're still ironing out everything, but we have our travel dates! We're leaving from our various locales on Monday 15 March and getting into London the next morning. Janelle and Alyssa are leaving Monday the 29th and Chesh and I are leaving Tuesday the 30th. I'm going to be the last one out of the flat because my flight doesn't leave until 3PM, so hopefully I don't fuck everything up really badly.
We're all excited about various activities--definitely hitting up Camden Market and Kensington High Street, this Tudor Boat thing, the Ripper Walk, a club night called Feeling Gloomy that Nicky attends (THEY PLAY NEW ORDER!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! I'M GOING TO GET SO DOWN TO "TRUE FAITH" THAT I'LL END UP IN THE BASEMENT!!!), and, of course, SUEDE. I also bought Nicky, Chesh and me tickets to IAMX on March 20, so that's gonna be basically fucking awesome.
I AM giving up a Muse concert in Chicago on 12 March for this, but ... eh. Sorry, guys. I still love you, and I bet "Undisclosed Desires" rocks even harder in person, but it'll just have to wait. Maybe I can see y'all at Wembley in September, since I'll probably love England so much I'll just pack up Kitten and all my crap and move there.
My parents were told of this plot on Friday, once I'd booked the plane tickets, and they actually did not freak out! My dad only wanted to know how I was funding it and he did not flip a single shit about me using the Precious Savings, possibly because his own grandparents funded his drunken pre-college trek through central Europe and he knows I'm not THAT irresponsible. Mom seemed more confused, but I don't really think either cares beyond me getting fucking health insurance before I go. WOULD LOVE TO, Y'ALL, BUT EVERY COMPANY IN AMERICA'S REJECTING MY SICK ASS.
So yeah. I'm excited to finally meet Nicky in person and to ride the Underground and to hear amazing accents EVERYWHERE I GO and see Brett Anderson shaking his bits to the hits RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Chesh and I had hoped to go to England at SOME point this year, but Suede threw a wrench in that plan. But I don't care, as long as we're going. IT'S GONNA BE SOOOO AWESOMEEEE.
Now I just have to find something to make the time pass between now and then. A job would be nice. Anyone need a college-educated poet/karaoke DJ/singer/freestyle dancer/knitter/proofreader/writer/editor? I'm up for hire.
J.