Anyone need a Cell Phone?

Cingular are dirty, dirty bastards. And I'm and idiot. Little from column A, little from column B.

I thought that I had a plan in place where I would ONLY pay $5.99/month and get $1.99 a minute. That means I would get out of the remaining three months of my contract for about $20. Much better than $40/month or $275 to cancel early. At least three customer service reps told me this was so. I asked over and over if I would ONLY have to pay the $5.99/month. Yeah, right.

It was an ADDITIONAL $5.99 a month. Dirty, dirty bastards. I'm a dumbass for believing them, but they will still be getting an earful. I guess I have to do it before the flight leaves, but I really don't want to deal with it.

Uggh. Good thing I'll be making money at Pound rates soon. Shouldn't be TOO big of a deal. Still, if anyone needs a cell phone, my contract is available.

About two hours to go. Feel a little better now. I guess writing things down does help. Fooling oneself into thinking someone will be reading it helps, too.

Waiting at the airport

Here's a piece of advice for you. When someone is using military time and they tell you to be somewhere at 18:40, that means 6:40 in normal time, NOT 5:40. The airport was empty as hell, so I got through security in record time and now I have a three hour wait instead of a two hour wait. Totally, totally awesome.

Still hasn't hit me yet. Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ, I'm glad they have wireless internet here.

Seattle

In Seattle. Staying with one of my oldest friends. She took us to an underground, "members only" goth club. Cool place. Spend tomorrow in Seattle, fly out 5:40 pm. Twelve hours. Free alchohol. Shouldn't be a problem. The word I am feeling is "pensive."

Last night in town

Hair cut. Jazz night, although it might be cancelled. If so, going to the Alley.

Not nearly as ready as I should be. Shocking, that.

Why London?

People keep asking me why I picked London, what will I be doing there, etc.

So.

London because it is BIG, it is the Mecca of the (Western) theatre world, and it sounds like ass-tons of fun. Also it's an English speaking place. Me not do languages good.

When I get there, I spend a week in a Hostel, I find a job and a place to live, and I start a six-month life there.

Why? Because it will be sweet. And by sweet, I mean totally awesome.

Last day at the IJC. I'll miss this place.

Peace!
-BAA

"Working"

I love my job. I'm SUPPOSED to be doing something to further the technological awesomeness of the International Jazz Collections, but as I don't have any specific, pressing thing to do, I just spent half an hour debating governmental philosophy with my co-workers. As one is Ukrainian (I think. Eastern Bloc, at least), it was good times. I love my job. So sad I have to leave it.
Four days until departure. Need to pack, finalize living arrangements, and a whole bunch of other stuff. London is calling....

My First Blog

Well, here it is. My first Blog post. This blog is intended to be a record of my upcoming trip to London. I'll probably post more before then, just 'cause it's fun to be geeky. As Branson would say, "NEEEERRRRRD!"