Why? It never fails!! It happens every year. Let me illustrate my situation for you:

*The setting is the beginning of the school year. Gibson posts all important dates on the band website. I check March on the calendar.*
Me (to Peyton): Look! No band trips that would fall on a weekend in March! This never happens!
*This weekend I was marvelling at the thought that my favorite con, Anime Wasabi, fell right on my birthday.*
*Today*
Gibson: So, the BYU Jazz Festival isn't in February. Now, it's the first weekend in March.
Mequietly) The weekend of the 6th?
Gibson: Yeah, why?
Me: (almost silent and about to cry) I'm going to Denver that weekend.
Gibson: We'll work something out.

LIKE HELL. How the eff am I going to work out being in Denver and Provo at the same effing time? IT NEVER FAILS. Last year I turned in my RALF for Wasabi, God knows how early, and we'd "Work it out". Eff, it worked that that I had to leave late for wasabi! We had to leave to Wasabi the Friday it started instead of Thursday. That Thursday just, surprise, happened to be our concert. So not only did we have to miss out on con time, we almost missed out on con all together. Thursday was nice and sunny, Friday it decided to Blizzard! We left our town very late. And now he wants me to miss con and my birthday! Wasabi was my birthday present, something to make me want another year to come. What am I going to do now? I'm thinking I should just quit the band third tri, which just so happens to begin on the Monday after Wasabi. (Not that I could for real though. I'd be killed.) Dammit all to effing Hell where it belongs! Seeing my friends, the cosplay, the artist's alley, my sole purpose, gone in an instant. My hopes and dreams, swept away in an instant by a few simple words. Why? What have I done wrong? What haven't I done right? Am I not a good person? Is it because I don't go to church, I drink coffee, I'm not the perfect little Mormon girl? I just don't understand. The one thing I want the most ripped from my very hands.
Never fails.