My dad got us different tickets for Starlight Express... We were in the 11th row in the center, and now we are in the 26th row off to the right. I am really, really pissed off. What can you see from the 26th row? Nothing good. I may as well be sitting up in the very back in a balcony. I don't want to go to this just to see blurs of color on a stage and hear the music. I know the music. I want to see the make-up, a raising of an eyebrow, a smirk, and other subtle body language. I want to see the details. I can't convey in words my pissed off-ness. He did this without asking us for our input. And the purpose behind this is that each ticket is about $70 cheaper in the 26th row than in the 11th row. Who cares about cost! This is not something to put a cost value on! This is magic, this is inspiration, fantasy, escapism. I am really seething. I was depressed about it earlier, crying and the lot, but now I am simply enraged. I know you all may think, "Big deal," but it is to me.

...I was going to write something else in here, but I have forgotten what. I will write later if I can remember.