May 20th, 2002



Going to melt into a puddle. Don't know exactly why.

Wish Nadia was here.

Went to see Episode II again tonight, this time with Mum, Dad, and littlest sister. Got lost on the way to the theatre (it should be noted that this is the *second* time that the person driving me has gotten us lost on the way to this movie - Carma has it out for me again) - that is, *Dad* got us lost, because he decided to go via the Avenue of the Furniture Temples instead of the *straight*, *obvious* way down the highway that everyone takes. So. We got to Silvercity about eight minutes before the lights went out. With time to spare for snacks - but just barely. Mum and Dad are, again, of course, both psychotic alarmists. Dad because he kept trying to make everyone freak out over the fact that "Oh, we forgot the confirmation print-out, THEY MIGHT NOT LET US IN!!", and "I don't like the idea that the theatre has my credit card number...", even though I explained it to him UMPTEEN TIMES that a) the confirmation e-mail is OPTIONAL to begin with, and is only in case something happens to the credit card, and b) the *theatre* doesn't have the credit card number, the CREDIT CARD COMPANY does, and the theatre's computers comm with the credit card computers, just like EVERY OTHER ONLINE PURCHASE HE'S EVER MADE.

Mum's big deal was "Oh, we're not going to make it on time now, me might as well just go home." Things that made me want to strangle both of them. And little sis kept breaking in, really loudly, right in my ear, with things like "Can I have fries when we get there?"

Gah. Family. *glower*

But we did make it, and we did see it, and Dad laughed insanely at the Magical Flying Ass-kicking Yoda scene. You picture a large Englishman clapping his hands together and laughing extremely loudly in a theatre full of people. Watching Yoda kick ass. And levitate. And bounce off walls.

Not that anybody else was quiet enough to notice Dad. ;)

Anyway; the other part was that when we got home, I walked into the basement and discovered that Faya's asnine friends had been hot-boxing in the bathroom. MY BATHROOM. So the entire basement had that particular aroma that... makes Mum come downstairs and yell right outside my door, because since Faya took over the basement, she does that when she's yelling at Faya. Grr.

Anyway - Mum did the thing Mum always does, and acts diplomatic and reasonable, because Mum lets Faya get away with oodles of crap she'd never have let me get away with, and because she doesn't want Fay's friends to think she's like *their* parents. GRR.

So all the little flatscan teenagers took off out Faya's window (because Mum kindly gave them time to escape), and the child was left to her own devices in her bedroom. And to replace the smell with the reek of noxious clouds of cheap Bootlegger perfume. Gag. I preferred the former. :P

Gah. Siblings. Gah. >.
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Again what? Again a new song. By me. Again in as much a week, that is.

Hee. :)

Don't have a name. Very rock-lyricy. Hmm. Lyrics are a bit too shiny-happy-rainbow right now... will fix.

Was kidnapped by Kimry last - um... night-before-last. I think. Day and night run into one another, time loses all meaning. ;)

Anyway, she came and kidnapped me (practically naked right out of the shower, but not quite - she let me get dressed and grab my backpack. And my guitar.). Apparently Kimry had *plans* in mind. Plans to go to the beach and play in the dark, *on* the beach. That is, *I* would play, and sing, and Kimry would also sing.

Never made it to the beach - but we did go out on her balcony and sing loudly enough to attract a small audience of Kimry's neighbors who crept quietly out onto their balconies to listen to us. (They don't think we saw them, but we did! Hee!) One of them, directly across the alley, told us we were good. So, yay. :)

We played until KimryMum came out and told us to stop, because we would bother the neighbors. Which we weren't, I don't think, but ah, well. Personally, I think we should go busking, but I don't guess I've got enough tunes in my head for that.

Anyway. Today, got a good way into writing a new song. And reading most of the first book of the Free Bards, the which Kimry shoved into my hands as I left her apartment. Glad she did, though. Mercedes Lackey. *fangirly grin* Kimry also gave me a maroon-y chemise that doesn't fit her properly, and now I have grand mental images of making many more Faire costumes, in addition to the *other* one Kimry's currently making me (that's an ankle-length off-white chemise and a mauve bodice in satin. Very preeeety. ;), and putting knots of multicoloured ribbons on the sleeves. Grand plans. All I really need, now, are some proper shoes for Faire, ones that aren't going to fall apart at the first sign of wet - and this being the locale it is, wet is a strong possibility. Wonder if I could fake shoes on my own...?

Going to Fanny's tomorrow. Am. Am.

Sigh. Should work on the lyrics.

...just one more chapter... ;)
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    Mine. Duh. ;)