Annoyed...

Grrrr. So. My touchpad isn't working like I want it to. It's supposed to scroll down the screen when I drag my finger down the righthand side (and it'd been doing that for as long as I'd had the laptop) but now for some unexplained reason, it won't. I'm trying to find the mouse/touchpad options to fix this, but the control panel only has stuff to deal with mouses...

And another thing to grrr about. Turns out my sister's friend was at Dirty Rotten Scoundrels last night, the same time we were. She not only found the stage door, but got Norber's autograph on her program and a pin, and got to talk to him -- she says he's a nice guy. When I heard this I got mad at mom because she hadn't wanted to stay and try to find him to get his autograph. I pointed out that it wasn't that bad of a wait, and she'd waited in London in pouring rain at midnight so that Corinne and Carissa and I could get Ewan McGregor's autograph -- why couldn't we have waited in the temperate OC climate at 10:30 for Norbert, a much better singer (in my opinion)? Lauren (my sister's friend) suggested that I go back after one of the other shows to meet him, and I jumped at the idea, but mom refuses to drive me. So I called Austin (knowing he'd want to meet Norbert, too) and maybe we'll figure out something...but who knows? Deanna, I wish you were here -- then we could drive over and act like the squeeing fangirls we are, unobstructed.

On a less annoyed note, I drove today for the first time. It's really weird...that's all I really have to say about it at the moment. And it felt crazy to be in control of an actual car! Dad and I went to the Unisys parking lot, and I turned around a bunch and practiced parking a couple of times. But I never went over 10 mph and I don't trust myself on any surface street. I don't think I will for a long while.

On a final note...anyone who'd like to stalk Norbert Leo Butz and doesn't mind carpooling to do it, CALL ME!!! It's a sore note between me and mom; I really want to meet him, just to prove her wrong. And because I know someone who has. If no one had gotten to meet him, I wouldn't have minded, but honestly -- when am I going to get a chance like this ever again? Maybe in another twenty years? I don't wanna wait that long for anything -- and besides (not that I think this is too likely), I might not even be interested in him in twenty years!

Grrrrrrrrr. I hate missed opportunities. I hate them more than I hate almost anything else. I will not miss this opportunity.

This is an adventure that I can actually have, without being grown up, without having loads of money, and without having to suffer at some point during the journey. It would be crazy, it would be fun, it would be real. How often do I get an opportunity like that?

And now I'm gonna try to stop going on about it, because it's exactly this kind of talk that got mom pissed off with me the other day. I'm not going to waste time complaining -- I'm going to productively spend time doing something about it.

Dirty Rotten Scheming

So, Sunday shows start an hour earlier than all the others, meaning they'd get out an hour earlier -- at about 9:30 instead of about 10:30. There are 2 Sunday shows left, if you count tonight's (which really means there's one left, since I doubt I could get anyone to take me tonight, on such short notice). So that might be a better bet than a different showing, though 10:30 isn't too late to wait for someone like Norbert.

Schedule is as follows:

Sun, Sep. 3, 2006 at 6:30pm
Tue, Sep. 5, 2006 at 7:30pm
Wed, Sep. 6, 2006 at 7:30pm
Thu, Sep. 7, 2006 at 7:30pm
Fri, Sep. 8, 2006 at 7:30pm
Sat, Sep. 9, 2006 at 2:00pm
Sat, Sep. 9, 2006 at 7:30pm
Sun, Sep. 10, 2006 at 1:00pm
Sun, Sep. 10, 2006 at 6:30pm

Not too sure about the matinees, he might not come out then (he might not even perform then -- I usually have bad luck with matinees). Also not too sure about any night that is a school night, which rules out Wednesday & Thursday. Which leaves tonight, Tuesday night, Friday night, Saturday night, and next Sunday night. I've got a week. I can maybe do it.

But first: to get my hands on a car and a driver! Damn, this would be so much easier if I had my license.

Stuff -- no, wait, THINGS. Yeah. Things is a much better word.

To Do List:

--Convince my dad that Steph can drive (because mom's okay with it if dad's okay)
--Find out if Norbert lurks around signing autographs after matinees (because dad would feel better with someone he doesn't know driving me during the daytime)
--Convince other crazy friends to come and stalk Norbert with me, assuming the above two items are accomplished to some extent
--Fangirl squee.
--Cross fingers. A lot.
--Thank Steph profusely.
--Un-fangirl-ize. Resume normal, Norbert-less life.

Lather, rinse, and repeat?

I'm going crazy over this, but it's only because I didn't do it sooner. (That makes sense to me so I don't care if it makes sense to you. I got into this mess because I cared about what other people -- my family -- thought about my excitement. This is how I do ecstatic, and I know my friends all understand.)

I just had a half-hour talk with Luke, a buddy from Stanford. He made me feel good about myself, not that I'd been feeling bad about myself earlier. So thanks, Luke -- and may the force be with you.

(So I'm a sci-fi geek -- so what?)