It was a marvelous night for a moondance

Last night, at around two, I was procrastinating as usual. But would you want to be writing french sentences using the International Phonetic Alphabet at two in the morning? So, there I was, writing a blog entry, sort of intended to complain about how my roommate C, who is a fine roommate otherwise, put me on a diet.

She did it, I'm sure without meaning to. See, Sunday she came home for the first time in a week, since we didn't have power or anything. And since we didn't have power until Saturday 9 am, a mere 6 days after losing it, and since I was running on negative funds, I had been subsiding on tuna, stale white bread and generic cocoa puffs. I feel I need my protein very badly. You could say I am proactively protective of my protein. So imagine my dilemma when my roommate took my last can of tuna for the neighborhood gigolo, Church. (Who is thus far, the fourth coolest cat in my book). I came home yesterday, after class, for lunch, but instead I found it rained on and buggy, and definitely not eaten by a cat. I don't think she meant to do it. After all, I'm not at all upset about the 67 cent investment gone awry. It's 67 cents. Unfortunately, it was the only thing I was actually looking foward to eating (sad day), and the only thing I really wanted to eat, since I can't afford to blow two bucks at taco bell. (Nor do I care to).

But then, her boyfriend-really-almost-husband, came in to set up a house network connection, and since I was then able to print out my French homework, instead of having to recopy it, I decided to buckle down and stop questioning his girl in this public forum.

I just got out of French, and turning in the assignment went very well, merci beaucoup.

Now I have a real dilemma. First of all, I promised myself at the beginning of this year that school would really and truly come first. Since I need a place to live to go to school, work comes second. Summer is the time for blowing things off for pure enjoyment.

Unfortunately, the Austin City Limits festival is this weekend, the weekend right after Rosh Hashannah, and right before two tests I have in school. Granted, the tests are on Wednesday, a full day after we planned to return from the 17 hour drive, but I doubt I will have fully recovered by then. I said yes when I was blinded by the sheer amazingness of the lineup. Three days with The Pixies, Sonic Youth, Cake, Medeski, Martin and Wood, String Cheese, Calexico, Ben Harper, Jack Johnson. Would you say no?

Then I thought I was going to have an exam on the 20th, the Monday morning right after Ben Harper played. It's 17 hours to Austin, 17 back to Gainesville, Ben Harper played at 10 on Sunday, how the hell could I make it? So I made plans to stay and took off work for Rosh Hashannah. Then Frances blew the test to the 22nd. I thought I might have a chance, but then, just to mess things up further, Ivan came along and ruined travel plans, so the group would like to leave Wednesday so that we don't get blown off the panhandle.

Here's the sitch in plain terms:
-If I go, I miss a week of work, and four days of class, which is basically a week.
-If I go, I probably am going to be broke for the rest of my life.
-If I go, I miss Rosh Hashannah, which I have never, ever, ever not celebrated, and especially given recent events, I need a new year.

I already know what the answer is, my dilemma is telling my friends that I can't go. It's Tuesday and they want to leave tomorrow. What do I do? I know someone who wants the ticket, but even if they don't go, I'm sure the gals can sell it in Austin, and even surer of the fact that I will pay for the ticket if nothing else. Money of course, is not the issue.

I told God, that I better have an answer by noon.