Where to Start...Where to Start...

I felt like I got run over by a John Deere. Just for the record, this blog is going to be a jumble of ideas, well past-due stories, a lot of bitching, and some more bitching.

First.

Did I ever mentioned that I got couch-surfed? I probably didn't. Chris found me in Hospitality Club and emailed me through my blog right here! He stayed with me for 8 days, and while he was here, I managed to drag him into kickball, and now he's an expert flip-cupper. *grin* Now he's off, probably somewhere in Florida. Although, I'm a little worried because I know New Orleans is in his itinerary.

Second.

My life has been a mess since I decided to toss my Financial Mathematics idea to the dump. Hell, I still don't know what I want to do. But I really can't picture myself doing more actuarial work, even though it's going to be in a financial setting. So now I'm making a detour and decided to pursue an MBA instead. Of course my GRE is no longer relevant, and I am a little pissed at myself for throwing away $140 on something that I'm not going to use. Plus, I will need to study for my GMAT because I just love taking freaking exams. Please kill me.

Third.

Seems like I'm going to Europe fo-sho! I am super excited, and slightly worried. I'm way behind on my studying (Yes, I just love taking exams. Please kill me) and Europe is going to take quite a chunk of my studying time, right in the middle of cruch-time. But I'm also worried that I might not get my visas in time. Oh man, let me tell you. Applying for visas is a bitch!

Friday. I woke up at 5 am (honestly, never ever happened in the 3 years I've lived in Richmond), got ready and drove up to DC. Submitted all of my application, and the chick at the window asked, "Where is your printed ticket?"

All right. First of all, why in the world would I buy a ticket before knowing that I am actually, legally allowed to enter the country? I did book it, but there is no way in hell I would risk loosing 800 bucks! So I told her, "It's coming in the mail." That answer seemed sufficient at the moment, but she wanted me to send the ticket and/or confirmation from the airline as soon as I got home.

Then, she told me that it will cost me $46.90 for the visa. I gaped at her. I have checked and checked and made sure that I have enough money to pay for this shit. The people that I called have said it was $49.90. I don't mind parting with a dime, so I figured I'd just bring a $50 and that'll be it. Noooooo, it's $46.90. The bitch tapped the window coldly and said, "Exact change. We post this on the windows everywhere. Can't you read?"

I was like, "What the hell?? And I'm thinking of spending my hard-earned dollars in your country??" So there I was, running around Pennsylvania Avenue, hopping from coffee shops to coffee shops to find exacly six dollars and ninety cents. A bell boy saved me. Man, I could've kissed him right on the spot. But I didn't, because that'd be weird.

So I walked back to the consulate. They took my money, and shooed my out. Aight, bitches! Let see what kind of hospitality you'll get applying for a visa to MY country!

Then I went home and filled out an online application for my British visa. Towards the end they asked if I wanted to submit my application by mail or in person. I was like, "Well, I did drive to DC today, what's 2 hours anyway..." So I clicked "Submit in Person" and got a confirmation email.

It says, "You have to submit all the necessary documentations below along with your passport and bla-bla-bla-bla to our Visa-Issuing British Consulate, New York, New York.

I stared at the screen.

New York?

New York???

AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

I told my mum and she busted out laughing.

This is just fantastic.

But anyways, good news comes to those who patiently and nervously waits. I did call the Spanish Embassy today and my application has been approved. So that's awesome.

Four.

The plane tickets. Yes, yes. Since Spain wanted my printed ticket or confirmation, I called my travel agent and confirmed my flight. I told him over and over, I need to arrive in Rome before 8:00 am on September 27, and I'm leaving London October 16. He sent me back the itinerary and everything seemed to look good so we got everything booked and confirmed.

I forwarded my confirmed flight to my mum.

She called me the next day, and asked,"Prilla, why are you coming back to Richmond on November 14?"

I almost passed out.

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Can I yell now?

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

There are a lot more happening, but I'm going to save it for another blog. More stories of me and my stupidity.