This seems unfair somehow.
Incidentally:
Amg amg. I just found this. And. HAHAHAHA. Just. *dies a bit* I kind of want to be Germaine Greer when I grow up now.
I am so frigging tired though.
So today my folks basically sat me down and told me that my plan to go to Vegas in February was financial suicide. I told them it was something I really wanted to do. Now I'm cross because they're right. SO CROSS. Like SO CROSS. I mean. Augh. I really really wanted to go to Vegas, it's been something I've always wanted to do and just oh my god it would have been like, my year, made. But the more I look at the costs, the more I realise I just can't afford it. And I'm SO CROSS. I mean, I can save up and do it later but I just feel completely let down. And I feel awful because the person I'm bunking with will be bummed, and all the Americans I was going to annoy are going to be bummed and just I am the worst person in the entire world. I hate it I hate it. But failing a massive injection of cash it's just not going to happen. And I'm SO CROSS.
Maybe it'll fix itself. Something will happen that will reassure me. But I've been looking at the numbers till I'm cross-eyed, and they still won't quite add up. I'm mad at my parents for pointing it out, which is unfair on them, but did they really have to ruin my little bubble of self-delusion. Of course the answer is yes, the sooner I let down everyone the sooner I can try and make it up to them.
tl;dr- I suck and have let everyone down. Sorry.
ETA: Mum and Dad have offered to pay my flight if I go via China. And things.
For Bean- Balance.
Oct. 14th, 2011 11:56 pmBalance
What people don't often realise, (usually dazzled by Sherlock, who moves like he's got quick-silver in his veins) is that John is just as dextrous. Sherlock once witnessed him carry up the stairs and into the living room three bags of shopping, one basket of laundry, one ice-cream tub full of cupcakes, two bills and the evening papers, three parcels, his shoes (stepped in something unspeakable outside) a pot-plant and Sherlock's violin. This causes no end of frustration for Sherlock, who despite his grace, still cannot manage much more than his violin, sandwich and a cup of tea. And John has banned him from trying, since Mrs. Hudson was quite upset not only at the sound of six foot plus of gangling detective and assorted load thumping down the stairs atspeed at three am, but also at the stains on the ceiling, and the damage to her aspidestra, which she swears has never been the same.