the Dalaverse

AUUUUGGGGGHH. I have just had a conversation with my dad for the THIRD time. I told him exactly when I need to be at Oxford, therefore exactly when I need my plane to land in London, and when I need to leave in April. THREE TIMES. IN TWO WEEKS. And yet he's still all "Well, I didn't know this, and I didn't know that," and what airline do you want (I DON'T KNOW I HAVE NEVER BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY OR FLOWN IN TEN YEARS) and which airport do you want to fly to (I DON'T KNOW! PICK ONE IN LONDON! IT'S CLOSEST!) blahblahblah, JUST BOOK THE FRICKEN FLIGHT! I would do it myself, but I do not have the means to pay for the ticket, and apparently I cannot make them sit down and do it. We have a family friend who's a travel agent, but have they called her? Noooo, "because I can find the tickets on my own," only you HAVEN'T, and how do you know for certain Tammy won't help unless you ASK?

And now he's all "the flights were cheaper last week." Then perhaps YOU SHOULD HAVE BOOKED IT LAST WEEK WHEN I BEGGED YOU TO.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.