So, wow, tomorrow is a week since the funeral--seriously? Huh? What happened to the time? And why is Thanksgiving A WEEK FROM TOMORROW?! O_O ::spazzes::
Anyway, went to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra Friday night with zoe_chan
. We have decided this is a Girls-Only event, given the amount of incoherent noises we make and the collapsing against each other and flailing of arms.
This exchange, for example:
TSO: *plays awesome music*
Lights: *are lighttastic and lasery and strobeish*
FLAMES: *are flaming and shooting fireballs*
TSO: *upstages the lights and flames with TWO ELECTRIC GUITARS, A DOUBLE-HEADED GUITAR and AN ELECTRIC VIOLIN--all at once, in impressive man-on-man-on-man-on-man ways*
We Three: *are incoherent, and too incoherent to BE incoherent--in fact, are probably holding one another up--impressive feat while sitting*
People From Behind Us: *get up and leave with their things*aradiachiba
: "How can they LEAVE after that?"
Me: "How can they STAND?"
By some combination of bombastic music and strobe lights and the kind of post-song haze that follows such a display, she thought I said "*I* can't even stand." (Which, okay, might be the implication but I am pointing out the correct dialogue. ;) For the record.)( The rest of the weekend and Tuesday night went like so... )
Note: If ever presented with the opportunity to drive a car for the VERY FIRST TIME when it is AFTER DARK--say no. Just--don't do it.
::facepalm:: Once I figured out that to shift into reverse I had to reach between the seats instead of behind the steering wheel, we were off.
I did figure out the CD player, though. Priorities, yo.
So--big night for Sara. New desktop computer--all shiny and new and empty and WAITING to be filled with goodies! But... no desk for it to top. Hmmph. And--new car! That I drove when running errands today and BY GOD it is the most wonderful car ever in the history of cars. IT HAS REMOTE LOCKS. AND A TRUNK THAT I CAN USE! (It might be good to note that the trunk in my Buick has been unaccessible except via screwdriver since October of 2004, and since immeasurable time before that, I have only been able to unlock it using the passenger side door. This remote thing is INSANE.)Also I got a 4GB pendrive for $35, using a $25 gift certificate at Circuit City. Yay sales! However, my music folder alone is 10GB so... this could be interesting. Also, the wireless internet is protected by a passcode and I DON'T KNOW IT and neither does my brother. CURSE YOU, CABLE COMPANY! ::sigh:: Not only do I have no desk for the desktop, I have no interweb. Woe.
(Also, I would really like to get downright GIDDY about these things, as I have lusted after a new car and computer for ages, but--I can't help but feel like I am stealing or borrowing them, which might be a way of delaying the inevitable sinking-in of not having my grandmother anymore.)
And on that depressing note, which wasn't meant to be depressing, I tell you I am 400 words shy of 25,000 words in my NaNo--woooooot! (But less than a third through the plot. Well, damn.)