Fran has self-control??

Now I know why it sucks when you think sensibly. The past week or so, I have been all over the internet looking for airfare for Oktoberfest in Munich this weekend. I wanted to go for many reasons: visit my relatives, hang out some more with Megan and Tess, beer and sausages, AND I just have so much freaking time in my hands. As of now, I'm only teaching 2 classes (8 hours total) from Monday to Wednesday. That's it!!! And of course, when I have the time, I don't have the money.

I was so close to getting a ticket this morning, seven hours before I intended to fly out. The price has been going up and down for the past week - I've checked everyday the past week, every hour the past three days - and I realized it was not gonna get any cheaper than $450. When I saw that price yesterday morning, I decided I would make my final decision and buy the ticket at night after work. To and from class, I made a list of reasons why I should stay and why I should go. There was ONLY ONE good reason on the "stay" column: save money. And yet that ONE had so much weight. In the end, I decided to just go for it. It was worth it considering I'd be there for almost 5 days (compared to paying $250 for a normal weekend), and I would never have this much time again. So I get home and...the prices went up again.

This morning, I decided to check one last time and the prices surprisingly decreased. But for some reason, something inside of me couldn't do it. I kept hearing that practical voice in my head and I really, really wanted it to go away but it wouldn't. It eventually won and I'm stuck in Madrid this weekend.

I am so ridiculously sad. I've been sitting here all day thinking I could be there by now having a nice hot meal with a big chunk of meat, not peanut butter and banana on packaged toasted bread. Then my aunt calls me and tells me her Oktoberfest plans for the weekend and I even got more sad. We talked for almost two hours and I just thought we could be talking to each other face to face right now...I love the long late night conversations I have with my aunt and I miss it.

And there goes. The one time I am practical, it totally sucks. I already hate the fact that I'm so damn indecisive, but it's even worse when the sensible side takes over. I mean, I was clearly stressed out about this when I got a huge ass zit last night. I cannot remember the last time I've gotten one since I moved here.

So two lessons learned: 1) I must have it real good if the only time I stress is when it comes to planning trips - thankgod, it's much appreciated, and 2) I need to just stick to my spontaneous, retarded, no self-control self! Life is just much more fun that way.