Decisions, decisions.
Jun. 17th, 2001 04:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
batskeetsI'm up really late. But I have an excuse, because I was organizing things in my room, towards the effort of getting James' stuff integrated into the living space. He's pretty miffed at the idea of much of his belongings being out in the living room, but with the current furniture and room space that I have in here, there aren't many other places for me to put his things. Hopefully next month we can get some furniture that is more space-efficient and, well, nicer-looking. We got some pretty old stuff with the place originally!
And then, there is the conundrum of the Alaska trip. Right now it looks like I'm choosing not to go, but I've been flip-flopping on the idea all day. On the one hand, there are some very good reasons for me not to go: missing two weeks of work, missing the first week of my summer course, potentially losing my spot in the course completely, not really being able to afford the trip in the first place, etc.
It's pretty impractical, on the whole, because with all the missed hours I'd have pretty much nothing left for the month after paying the bills, and if anything bad should happen with my class, then I'd be screwed out of a necessary prerequisite for fall too.
But on the other hand, it would be probably the biggest road trip I've ever been on for the sole purpose of going. I'd be going to a place that I've never been to before, and don't really know much about. I mean, I've done a lot of driving trips with the 'rents, but they were either to visit relatives, or they were largely because of moving because of my dad's job. It wasn't really anything like this would be.
And my friends who are going also insist that I shouldn't bail out just because I don't have the money. And David also did a very cool thing yesterday, and offered to go to my class on the first day and talk to the prof (whom I've been trying to get in touch with for the past two weeks, with no reply) on my behalf.
And there's also the thought of being completely alone in the house for two weeks, which tends to turn me into a pumpkin. Hermit life is welcome in small doses, but it's generally not the life for me. And the last time I went two weeks without James was almost a year ago, so that will be a real system shock.
I guess it comes down to: would the coolness of the adventure be worth weathering all the strife that would erupt upon my return? Emotionally, I really want to go. But my logical side says it's a really bad idea.
Sigh. Any suggestions?
And then, there is the conundrum of the Alaska trip. Right now it looks like I'm choosing not to go, but I've been flip-flopping on the idea all day. On the one hand, there are some very good reasons for me not to go: missing two weeks of work, missing the first week of my summer course, potentially losing my spot in the course completely, not really being able to afford the trip in the first place, etc.
It's pretty impractical, on the whole, because with all the missed hours I'd have pretty much nothing left for the month after paying the bills, and if anything bad should happen with my class, then I'd be screwed out of a necessary prerequisite for fall too.
But on the other hand, it would be probably the biggest road trip I've ever been on for the sole purpose of going. I'd be going to a place that I've never been to before, and don't really know much about. I mean, I've done a lot of driving trips with the 'rents, but they were either to visit relatives, or they were largely because of moving because of my dad's job. It wasn't really anything like this would be.
And my friends who are going also insist that I shouldn't bail out just because I don't have the money. And David also did a very cool thing yesterday, and offered to go to my class on the first day and talk to the prof (whom I've been trying to get in touch with for the past two weeks, with no reply) on my behalf.
And there's also the thought of being completely alone in the house for two weeks, which tends to turn me into a pumpkin. Hermit life is welcome in small doses, but it's generally not the life for me. And the last time I went two weeks without James was almost a year ago, so that will be a real system shock.
I guess it comes down to: would the coolness of the adventure be worth weathering all the strife that would erupt upon my return? Emotionally, I really want to go. But my logical side says it's a really bad idea.
Sigh. Any suggestions?
