"Joyfully Now I Take Centre Stage..."

Bweeeeeee, I am updating from Zara's room, and I should be leaving for the bus station in twenty minutes but really that is quite long enough to make a very silly livejournal post (theoretically, although one never knows, of course)--despite the fact that we have just made a very silly livejournal post on her journal, but there you are.

--I win at run-on sentences, hi. ^____^;;;

So. OMG. I AM UPDATING FROM MISS ZARA'S ROOM, where I have about an hour ago missed my train home. She is apologising, but really she shouldn't be, because the chance to spend another hour and almost another hour again is not something that needs to be apologised for; it's actually a legitimate excuse for rejoicing. I am, however, behaving very ridiculously and continuing to type run-on sentences, which is why MISS ZARA MUST TYPE SOMETHING NOW HA. *shoves keyboard to the side*

*...pokes at keyboard* ...Hi? Hmm. I HAVE A SOUJIN IN MY ROOM OMG!!1 And no one else does. (...She's laughing... I wonder why...) She is a wonderful Soujin and will be ridiculous with me-- and I can guarantee that we are being absolutely ridiculous. The nonstop references to Shakespeare and discussions about Hamlet and Horatio that make no sense out of context just prove this. We wonder how many random people on the street were confused over our too-loud conversations. XD

...Yes. Also--yes. The fact that we went out for dinner last night and ran a conversation through the entire range of Things That Make No Sense Out of Context Really, such as discussing Hamlet and Horatio's floor plan for the house, their varying levels of ticklishness, their preferences in ice cream flavours, and what instruments they could respectively play. Also to-day had a very long discussion regarding their hypothetical non-existent adopted daughter ('Now, remember, dear, when your daddy Hamlet starts to shout at invisible things and rant about revenge, you go stay in the country with Uncle Forti or Uncle Ros. Oh, and don't mind Grandfather Hamlet--he comes through the walls all the time, but it's nothing to worry about. Oh! And never eat or drink anything Grandfather Claudius gives you. And don't bother your father Horatio while he's praying, dear'). We have decided that a hypothetical son would be... a very terrible idea. But. Yes.

And we watched Hamlet without sound last night, until three-thirty in the morning, and then read Marcia Williams Shakespeare and commented to each other on our character journals until six o'clock. (Actually, I must icon Marcia Williams Shakespeare. So much of it would make marvellous icons. Also Horatio has a moustache that, for once, looks good. Astounding.)

...I'm monopolising this post. This is terrible. ^___^;;;; But, but, but, oh. I had the most wonderful time in the world. So wonderful. I have not been this happy in ages, I truly haven't, and it's just absolutely amazing and she is so wonderful-- (hiIdon'twanttogohome) Gah. So wonderful. ;__; She gave me flowers. And just--most wonderful. <33333333

--All right. I shall make her post something as soon as she is off the telephone, and then I shall update. <3 This has been amazing.

Huzzah! I have (hopefully) finally secured us a cab. That will hopefully be slightly less late this time. In all of Pittsburgh, there appears to be only one taxi company in the Yellow Pages that still has a working number. At any rate, yay! And don't listen to Soujin-- I'm nothing special, but she is amazing. *...posts this before she can complain/edit, ha!*