Shitpissfuck!!!
I'm so mad and fucking disappointed right now.
I've just found out that I can't go to Italy for a fencing conference with Paul later this month.
Not because I have no money. I've saved enough for my flight and everything else (accomodation, food, transport) is free because it's all part of Paul's instructor fee. I have to pay nothing. Nada.
Not because I don't have the time. I have a music therapy conference to go to in London and it ends just as the Italy conference begins. I don't have classes and I don't have to work, either.
The fencing conference is in a small town in northern Italy. It's on a gorgeous lake with lots of sun, good food and nothing for me to do but sit and read or shop or walk around and just fucking relax!!!
The reason I can't go is because I have to give the fucking UK home office my passport for them to process a Certificate of Approval to enable me to marry Paul in July. I can't have sent this any earlier because once they process this beaurocratic peice of shit it's only good for three months. I most likely won't get my passport back until about June, which makes me nervous just in principle. I hate the UK and their pointless, time-consuming, red tape.
I know I'm feeling incredibly sorry for myself. I have been having a GIANT pity-party in my head all day, and I'll cry if I fucking want to. It's just that I've been looking forward to going to Italy all year. I have been going non-stop with school and wedding shit ever since September and I was looking forward to being somewhere else with sunshine and good food. It's really the sunshine and warmth that I was really looking forward to, and it would all be fucking FREE!!!!
God dammit, I really hate this country sometimes.
Love, Kristin
I've just found out that I can't go to Italy for a fencing conference with Paul later this month.
Not because I have no money. I've saved enough for my flight and everything else (accomodation, food, transport) is free because it's all part of Paul's instructor fee. I have to pay nothing. Nada.
Not because I don't have the time. I have a music therapy conference to go to in London and it ends just as the Italy conference begins. I don't have classes and I don't have to work, either.
The fencing conference is in a small town in northern Italy. It's on a gorgeous lake with lots of sun, good food and nothing for me to do but sit and read or shop or walk around and just fucking relax!!!
The reason I can't go is because I have to give the fucking UK home office my passport for them to process a Certificate of Approval to enable me to marry Paul in July. I can't have sent this any earlier because once they process this beaurocratic peice of shit it's only good for three months. I most likely won't get my passport back until about June, which makes me nervous just in principle. I hate the UK and their pointless, time-consuming, red tape.
I know I'm feeling incredibly sorry for myself. I have been having a GIANT pity-party in my head all day, and I'll cry if I fucking want to. It's just that I've been looking forward to going to Italy all year. I have been going non-stop with school and wedding shit ever since September and I was looking forward to being somewhere else with sunshine and good food. It's really the sunshine and warmth that I was really looking forward to, and it would all be fucking FREE!!!!
God dammit, I really hate this country sometimes.
Love, Kristin