Otakon woes take 2
DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT.
I have been so royally screwed over I can't even deal with this anymore. I need a rant, and then I need a deus ex machina. STAT.
Reasons I Hate The World At This Particular Moment
1) Friend. Who bailed on me in late June when we've been planning this since February. Who insists that she's "too broke" to go, but if she had bought her ticket when I bought my ticket and the FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-NINE DOLLAR HOTEL ROOM, would have been coming with me regardless.
2) Hotwire. Which has a no refunds for cancellations policy. Which got me a room "too far" from the convention center to be "safe to stay in alone."
3) Other friend. Who told me she would "think about it" and then thought about it for ten days and conveniently called me the day that pre-reg closed to say that she still didn't know, but probably no.
4) My father. Who makes every crisis situation a thousand times more intolerable.
5) Whichever publishing company decided to make Harry Potter come out on some random-ass weekend in July. Because now, even if I end up not going to Otakon, there's no point in going to any midnight release parties because I was too busy thinking I'd be at Otakon to reserve a copy.
What's that song by The Police? Message In A Bottle? Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh / I'll send an s.o.s. to the world...
What I really need is a voice of reason, because at this point I've only got slightly hysterical parents and a totally hysterical me thinking of a way to solve this problem and nothing whatsoever is getting done anymore.
I have been so royally screwed over I can't even deal with this anymore. I need a rant, and then I need a deus ex machina. STAT.
Reasons I Hate The World At This Particular Moment
1) Friend. Who bailed on me in late June when we've been planning this since February. Who insists that she's "too broke" to go, but if she had bought her ticket when I bought my ticket and the FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-NINE DOLLAR HOTEL ROOM, would have been coming with me regardless.
2) Hotwire. Which has a no refunds for cancellations policy. Which got me a room "too far" from the convention center to be "safe to stay in alone."
3) Other friend. Who told me she would "think about it" and then thought about it for ten days and conveniently called me the day that pre-reg closed to say that she still didn't know, but probably no.
4) My father. Who makes every crisis situation a thousand times more intolerable.
5) Whichever publishing company decided to make Harry Potter come out on some random-ass weekend in July. Because now, even if I end up not going to Otakon, there's no point in going to any midnight release parties because I was too busy thinking I'd be at Otakon to reserve a copy.
What's that song by The Police? Message In A Bottle? Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh / I'll send an s.o.s. to the world...
What I really need is a voice of reason, because at this point I've only got slightly hysterical parents and a totally hysterical me thinking of a way to solve this problem and nothing whatsoever is getting done anymore.