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Monday, September 26, 2011

I close my eyes Only for a moment And the moment's gone

Kind of random, but right now I am insanely happy.

So happy I'm giddy.

If I were feeling anymore out of it than I already am, I'd go into this long rant about how the world is wonderful and everything is bright and gay and pretty, but no, I'm not, so the world isn't all that wonderful, yet.

It is fan-tas-tic to feel this way.

Anyway!

I went to my cousin's house the other day (I'm sorry I can't say the exact day, both Saturday and Sunday somehow feel like the same day in my head - must be the wine) so we sat around and watched some movies together (like Tron and Tron: Legacy, which I finally got around to watching) and we were speculating about stuff. And hell yes my other cousin's ex-girlfriend was there which is fantastic, I love her, she's awesome. No, I am not being weird, she's about thirty this year? I don't remember, but anyway, she just returned from overseas (after how many months now, jeez).

So, my cousin went, "How do you think Flynn explained death to Quorra? You know, since she's an ISO and technically doesn't die, and I don't think he's ever touched on the matter of religion."
And my cousin's ex-girlfriend gave him this questioning look. "Imagine explaining the different religions then."
I didn't really have anything to say to that; so, "He tells Quorra, 'When we die, we go to the Great Programmer in the Sky.'"

We all cracked up.

And we ended up attempting to describe religions that way. And we realized that that was kind of flawed, because in the Grid, Flynn is the creator, so he goes to himself?

I kind of fell asleep halfway through Top Gun though, so I'm going to have to watch that again. And on Friday night I ended up watching Funny Girl with my mother, Barbra Streisand has a lovely voice.

Looking forward to watching movies with my cousin and cousin's ex-girlfriend again.


I'm upset about some things, and happy about others, but right now the happiness is making me sound like I'm a complete ass because it sounds like I don't give a damn, but really.

Sheet music makes me insanely happy. After downloading like forty files, I started jumping up and down like an excited elephant, or so my sister says, but I don't trust her. Still. I am in love with the violin solo of Dust in the Wind.

Jauntily (and if there is such a word - tripping-ly) playing the right hand chords of Defying Gravity, because I'm going to use it to mug for Chem, so I need to know how to play the score. I'd rather use Olivier Toussaint's Nostalgy instead, but that's already Bio for me. And this year Twilight Princess' End Credits are going to be for Geog, unless I find something more suitable? Gambia's national anthem? Theme from the Fifth Symphony? Minuet from Don Juan? And yes, Sound of Silence is for Physics. Memory seems to work for Math, so I'm keeping it that way, it's just pretty annoying to play on my piano.

Looking for more scores, and since she's back, getting my cousin's ex-girlfriend to play them a few times for me. Yes, I'm mean like that.


[/edit: And all of a sudden, I don't feel so bad for being alone. It actually feels pretty good, and no, I'm not a masochist of any sort. Sexual or otherwise. Because yes, that's the etymology of the word.

At least I don't have anyone to worry about.

As a side note, episode 18 of Face to Fate leaves us a surprisingly AWK Derek/Nancy pairing, because the position she's sitting in seems really, really, uncomfortable.]

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