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Not bad, not bad. Though it was just our luck that the timpanist would drop something so loud, in the middle of a really quiet childrenschoir part. But it was still fun. I really, really like the anvil. I wish there were female orcs. Or, you know. That I had an anvil.
YAY for lots of cool people coming, and coming out after. Robert the computergeek D&Dnerd exuncleinlaw (uncle) came, and liked it, and is here now, trying to fix our printer. He wants a LotR marathon, too. Yay. I showed off my new toys and he said he has feet and feet of the cable I need so I can have both computers be online at the same time.
That was a really, really good salad. I think I might not eat the burrito tonight. We'll see about tomorrow. I still have to call the driving people about another lesson. I want to be on the same level. In the same car. Too much apart. I know, whinewhinewhine. But agh. Dependency.
KASHMIR!
For some reason, the thought of living in my own space with the small pile of possessions I can fit there and having to deal with my own schedule and keep my own appointments really makes me feel feral. It's not like I'm rebelling against my mom, or even moving more than across the street (dorm assignments are supposed to come tomorrow, but the farthest away I could possibly be is two long blocks). But the whole independence/responsibility thing, I think, is a kind of default shift. Makes me wary-but-confident.
YAY for lots of cool people coming, and coming out after. Robert the computergeek D&Dnerd exuncleinlaw (uncle) came, and liked it, and is here now, trying to fix our printer. He wants a LotR marathon, too. Yay. I showed off my new toys and he said he has feet and feet of the cable I need so I can have both computers be online at the same time.
That was a really, really good salad. I think I might not eat the burrito tonight. We'll see about tomorrow. I still have to call the driving people about another lesson. I want to be on the same level. In the same car. Too much apart. I know, whinewhinewhine. But agh. Dependency.
KASHMIR!
For some reason, the thought of living in my own space with the small pile of possessions I can fit there and having to deal with my own schedule and keep my own appointments really makes me feel feral. It's not like I'm rebelling against my mom, or even moving more than across the street (dorm assignments are supposed to come tomorrow, but the farthest away I could possibly be is two long blocks). But the whole independence/responsibility thing, I think, is a kind of default shift. Makes me wary-but-confident.