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I had nightmares about Counsellor last night, that I think were caused by spinning around on a carousel while talking to Jaida's mother about it, which isn't to say the conversation wasn't pleasant, just that the spinning around business (which was also pleasant) seems to bury things in the mind in weird ways.
Meanwhile, a new plan. I'm going to buy a bathing suit today, and I'm going to start going to lap swim in the morning at the community pool near me. It's free, convenient, and I like swimming, which I used to be really good at. Rar. Also, I need to be a stronger swimmer than I am for this beach stuff in Australia, and I'd like to have my bathing suit body back (which is to say "die cellulite, die!").
Speaking of Australia, I've just made my budget based on the 2004 prices of the courses and the exchange rate and all. The whole thing should come in under US$4,000 (and plausibly significantly less dependent upon the exchange rate and my ultimate housing decisions) and that's just the number I'm working with to give myself wiggle room. That includes airfare, passport (navigating that system is starting to make me crazy, as an aside, as I have to apply in person because of my identification situation, but apparently, I can only do this if I'm travelling within 14 days, and that just is FREAKING ME OUT, and there has to be some other solution there) and visa fees, housing, food and social expenses, the 3-week acting studio course at NIDA (presuming my resume is enough to get me in). Shit, for the first time, I'm realizing I'm actually going to be able to pull this off. Eeeeee. Fucking cool! I've never been so bloody scared of one of my patented Completely Insane Adventures before (the last one that even comes close, and is actually a relatively good parallel were my adventures in Guitar Craft).
In fact the only downside I can find in the entire plan (I've already gotten permission from work and everything), is that New Year's Eve in Sydney is looking increasingly as the one undoable part of the whole scenario, and depending on the start date of the classes, it may well be New Year's Eve on a plane.
Meanwhile, a new plan. I'm going to buy a bathing suit today, and I'm going to start going to lap swim in the morning at the community pool near me. It's free, convenient, and I like swimming, which I used to be really good at. Rar. Also, I need to be a stronger swimmer than I am for this beach stuff in Australia, and I'd like to have my bathing suit body back (which is to say "die cellulite, die!").
Speaking of Australia, I've just made my budget based on the 2004 prices of the courses and the exchange rate and all. The whole thing should come in under US$4,000 (and plausibly significantly less dependent upon the exchange rate and my ultimate housing decisions) and that's just the number I'm working with to give myself wiggle room. That includes airfare, passport (navigating that system is starting to make me crazy, as an aside, as I have to apply in person because of my identification situation, but apparently, I can only do this if I'm travelling within 14 days, and that just is FREAKING ME OUT, and there has to be some other solution there) and visa fees, housing, food and social expenses, the 3-week acting studio course at NIDA (presuming my resume is enough to get me in). Shit, for the first time, I'm realizing I'm actually going to be able to pull this off. Eeeeee. Fucking cool! I've never been so bloody scared of one of my patented Completely Insane Adventures before (the last one that even comes close, and is actually a relatively good parallel were my adventures in Guitar Craft).
In fact the only downside I can find in the entire plan (I've already gotten permission from work and everything), is that New Year's Eve in Sydney is looking increasingly as the one undoable part of the whole scenario, and depending on the start date of the classes, it may well be New Year's Eve on a plane.
