If I was in the A-Team, a plan would never come together...

A day almost a year in the making...foiled.

Seriously I'm so ticked off at myself right now! The one week I finally get Little J and Marshall together, free for the long anticipated Operation Stayover II, I screw up.

Doesn't help that Jun-Elle is going to Amsterdam and I'm leaving in 18 days!

Arrghh!!!

If my Grandpa wasn't already upset with me, I may have been able to ditch that party (which, let's face it, I'm being forced to go to). I don't sing and I don't get along with relatives I don't even know!

Brief run through on what could have happened and what is going to happen...

What was supposed to happen:

• I go to dinner with Little J and Marshall at 7, we go for dinner and maybe a movie. Then go back to my place. We chill, talk, and laugh for a few minutes and fire up Guitar Hero. Then, when we get bored, we watch TV or better yet, a DVD box set. Then I'd tweet about how awesome the night is going and Marshall would be using is DSLR and firing everywhere. The next morning, they go home and I'll say to myself, "I love it when a plan comes together." and go into my Grandpas party full of vigor and happiness that the week has gone super awesome. Then go home and tell the brother about how awesome the week has been.

What is going to happen:

• I get a text from Little J saying she can't make it on Wednesday, I go to my grandpa's birthday with the thought of my screw in the back of my head. Obviously, unhappy. I sit there in that dark room with listening to my step grandma and my grandpa and some other guests sing to some ungodly old Malay tunes. I hang with my cousins and uncle and then my uncle goes to sing and I complain to my cousins about what was supposed to happen. They sympathize with me. I go home and spend a night of supposed awesomeness alone and scrambling to re-plan OS2. Next morning I text Little J and she says she's free next week and then I text Marshall and he says he can't make it. I get further pissed and grumble to my brother about what was supposed to happen.

Call me the drama king but...

I HATE IT WHEN A PLAN FALLS APART!!!