I want to go see Nightwish on September 9th in Seattle.
To do this, I would have to buy the concert ticket, obviously. And then a plane ticket to Victoria, and another to come home, and then pay for a ferry to take my father and I (since my mom won't let me go without a parent) over to Seattle. I would have to pay for accomodation for the night, since ferries stop running at 9. Sometimes The Clipper has deals for this, except their website is confusing me.
Regardless, I NEED a job now like I never have before. Guess who's seriously going to apply at fast food places? I don't care anymore. I really, really NEED to go to this concert, like seriously. I have to go. This isn't something I just "want" to do. And no matter what I have to do, short of murder, or physically harming someone, or prostituting myself (aha), I am going to this concert. I'll get part-time work at a fucking fast food place, and for a month at least I'll have an advantage over regular high school kids. And then for summer I'll work full-time. And I'll do absolutely any odd jobs that anyone has for me. I HAVE to go to this concert. It's a necessity.
Plus, Joe said he'd meet me there :p
BUT I NEED TO SEE THEM AGAIN.
I told my mom she should just let me go see the damn concert in Toronto, but she refuses, since I know no one who lives there. Goddamn everyone who lives in/around Ottawa. MOVE TO TORONTO. OMFG IT JUST OCCURED TO ME. I could go see Aunt Delphine and she could bring me to Montreal to see them!
Nah, I don't feel comfortable asking something like that from her.
BUT IT WOULD BE SO MUCH SIMPLER. So, so much. And I wouldn't have to fork out over $1000 to go see Nightwish. Hmm, perhaps I shall discuss this with my G.I.-Jo.
Regardless, I am going to see Nightwish again on this tour of theirs. I can't even fathom not being able to go. Seriously. If there's a fucking god, let this work out.
Hell, I could stoop so low as to take a loan from someone and sink deeper in debt. IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING WORTH IT.
We'll see, I guess.
I'm sorry, I just had to rant about that.
Currently Listening: Post Blue by Placebo
To do this, I would have to buy the concert ticket, obviously. And then a plane ticket to Victoria, and another to come home, and then pay for a ferry to take my father and I (since my mom won't let me go without a parent) over to Seattle. I would have to pay for accomodation for the night, since ferries stop running at 9. Sometimes The Clipper has deals for this, except their website is confusing me.
Regardless, I NEED a job now like I never have before. Guess who's seriously going to apply at fast food places? I don't care anymore. I really, really NEED to go to this concert, like seriously. I have to go. This isn't something I just "want" to do. And no matter what I have to do, short of murder, or physically harming someone, or prostituting myself (aha), I am going to this concert. I'll get part-time work at a fucking fast food place, and for a month at least I'll have an advantage over regular high school kids. And then for summer I'll work full-time. And I'll do absolutely any odd jobs that anyone has for me. I HAVE to go to this concert. It's a necessity.
Plus, Joe said he'd meet me there :p
BUT I NEED TO SEE THEM AGAIN.
I told my mom she should just let me go see the damn concert in Toronto, but she refuses, since I know no one who lives there. Goddamn everyone who lives in/around Ottawa. MOVE TO TORONTO. OMFG IT JUST OCCURED TO ME. I could go see Aunt Delphine and she could bring me to Montreal to see them!
Nah, I don't feel comfortable asking something like that from her.
BUT IT WOULD BE SO MUCH SIMPLER. So, so much. And I wouldn't have to fork out over $1000 to go see Nightwish. Hmm, perhaps I shall discuss this with my G.I.-Jo.
Regardless, I am going to see Nightwish again on this tour of theirs. I can't even fathom not being able to go. Seriously. If there's a fucking god, let this work out.
Hell, I could stoop so low as to take a loan from someone and sink deeper in debt. IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING WORTH IT.
We'll see, I guess.
I'm sorry, I just had to rant about that.
Currently Listening: Post Blue by Placebo
Bite the hand that feeds.
Tap the vein that bleeds.
Tap the vein that bleeds.
Down on my bended knees,
I break the back of love for you.
I break the back of love for you.
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