Okay, good stuff first. Goonies was excellent. The theater was just about packed! Full of kids, about my age, all in very good spirits. I can't tell you how many times I heard Chunk's "Hey you guys!" We sat in the balcony, not wanting to have vomit poured on our heads, inciting a mass-spew reaction. (Actually, no one did that. I was disapointed.)
Okay, what else is good. I watched Evil Dead last night. It's snowing and pretty here. I still like the hostel a lot.
Now for what's really on my mind. My car, Tach, got broken into last night. It's what I have been fearing throughout this whole trip. My life is in that car! So when I walked out this morning to see glass surrounding my car and wind whistling through a hole the size of Kentucky (I think; I haven't been there yet), I nearly had a heart attack.
In reality, it wasn't that bad. The alarm must have scared the hooligans off, as nothing was missing. My CD cases, holding nearly a thousand CDs were untouched, though covered with glass. The stereo was still there. And when I was calling around to see who could fix it for me, one of the guys at work overheard, and told me his shop would replace it while I wait on Monday, for under $100. So life is still good.
Of course I am even more paranoid now. Yes, this time they got nothing. But now there is a mass of duct tape (thank you dad, I will never mock you again) where my window once was, and every time I leave the car, I picture masses of hoodlums surrounding it, clearing it out, hotwiring... heart palpitations, sorry.
Ah well, life will go on either way. I've gotten pretty far. If I have to go home due to lack of car at this point, it wouldn't be the end of the world. (that's just to fool the ironic fate demons. it really would suck royally.)
*** Later, same night ****
Grrr, another night that I actually have to work. The second I turned off my light, I got a phone call from 5 guys looking for a place for the night. They swore they were only 10 minutes away. Now here it is, going on an hour later, and no midnight wanderers yet. I couldn't expect to sleep my job away every night, I suppose.
Let's see, knitting news... finished my hat, which, of course, was acres too large. Luckily Tara has a large head, so she got a nice little present. I started a second one, but I am feeling lazy now, and haven't touched it for a couple days.
Tomorrow I have decided to leave Tach in the nice little backyard he's hidden in now, rather than force him onto icy/snowy roads and parking garages. He's the walking wounded, what with his silvery bandages, so it's public transportation for me.
Actually I have nothing to say, I am just filling up time until those brats get their asses over here. Laa laa laa, tra laa laa...