Funny how the older I get, the more I find myself unable to get along with my mom. It’s probably all on my end, cos I’m just prickly like that. It’s not even really big stuff, but just little everyday things that make me feel… *gestures helplessly*
But I feel like I’m coming close to the day when I finally just lose it and say something I will regret. And I don’t want to get to that point. As it is, I already feel like a terrible person for not appreciating my family.
God, I really need to get out. Out of this house, out of this country. Just away from here. I just want to be on my own. That’s all.
So ermmmm, I may or may not have bought concert tickets to see my Dave (and Ar.chie)… in Manila.
I know, I know. Headdesk, facepalm, zomgwtf??! etc etc. It’s already an established fact that I’m a lunatic. :P
But it gets even more interesting. The concert is May 16. And I’m due to arrive back from my Eastern Euro.pe and Shan.ghai trip on the 15.
O___O
*CUE PANIC*
So, it seems I’m very likely gonna fly home and almost immediately fly to Mani.la to see my future husband. I’m trying to figure out the logistics, but it depends on what time my flight home arrives and whether I wanna skive off work on Monday. At this point: I’m thinking fly to M.anila Saturday morning and then fly home Monday and take an MC. LOL. Which gives me Saturday to enjoy the concert and figure out a way to meet Dave. Sunday for shopping and meeting my aunt/family and then homeward bound on Monday morning.
Oh, the things I do for love. Heheheheh. I told my mom and she was incredulous that I’m gonna do this. But as a responsible, salary-earning adult, she can’t really do anything about it. Muahahahaha!
But it’s C o o k! And the Platinum tickets we (Nat & I; she’s the one who very gently nudged me into going) bought are less than $200! My greedy heart wants the uber-expensive Tita.niu.m tickets which are almost $400, hahahaha. :x
I’m really excited. I’ve been in a light, happy mood for the past week cos the thought of seeing Dave in concert is making me feel really buoyant and giddy and full of glee. \o/
I was watching Marl.ey & Me and because my emotional switch is strange, I found myself sobbing at the end. We’re talking crying to the point where my nose was blocked and I was hiccupping. I went into the Ugly Cry, friends. And dude, I’m not even an animal/pet person! But something triggered my switch and the waterworks was on.
I don’t even know exactly why I’m so upset/moved by it or if this was just a handy excuse to let everything go. Y’know, once in a while, it feels good to cry. It’s like a relief to get it out because I’m so self-contained most of the time. But I cry at the darnest, unexpected things.
In more upbeat news, I’m going to see the Other David tomorrow. With Nat and Pat. Haha. Gosh, he’s gonna make me feel like a perv, I bet!