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Yeah, I guess I've been kinda ignoring Ye Olde LJ, wtf is that about? Well, it's about being wildly busy in some ways, but it's also about being preoccupied. I guess I've been writing a lot. Strangely enough (or perhaps not so strangely,) have not been writing on my novel. Huh, how 'bout that? I went backwards and forwards through "manuscript" (you see how that is always in quotes) and today I even bought a square metal plate to put it in as I print it. But since I "corrected" it, I haven't even touched it.
But I have been writing. Actually, I've been writing under a *GASP!* nom de plume, where no one knows or cares who the eff I am, and I"m going fully crazy and writing just messy, crazy, angsty, nutty stuff. I'm indulging in all the terrible writerisms I try to avoid in my "real" writing, I've been making a huge mess, being careless, making up stupid, implausible plots, doing pages of dialogue and verbose, gosh, full-on florid visual descriptions of superhot characters. Basically I'm rolling around in the mud of writing and getting filthy in it, and I've been having a fantastic time. And the people who are reading it are having a fantastic time, too.
No, you can't read it. None of you can. No one who knows me or my writing or any of my endeavors can even look at it. Believe me, you don't want to.
Aside from that? Lots of Hula stuff going on. We had a dress rehearsal on Tuesday that ran sorta late, for a show we're doing on the 16th. We're just doing the Tahitian section, though. (Note to self: cut the stray 'otea bark from the inside of the costume before the next show, it is giving you a rash on your butt. That 'otea bark gets freaking everywhere.) And my dear friend Olivia threw us a show tomorrow. *does a Gerard Way voice* "SURPRISE!" OH, HAY, COMPLETELY UNPREPARED! Well, not really. But it is a long distance and I've got to get my costumes and implements together, holy crap, I think I left my 'uli 'uli in the car, wtf.
I've only got two birds so far, a grackle named Tim and a starling named Truffles. I almost had a crow the other day, this one would have been for keeps, as he was totally tame, non-releasable, imprinted liek whoa. But the people backed out. I don't know what ended up happening to the crow. That sucks, though, because I want one. I'm ready for one. Hey, universe? Ready for that companion crow.
Speaking of, dude, Tucker is totally in love with me. He freaks out when he hears my voice, he throws himself against the cage bars when I'm leaving (he knows what the words "Goodnight, Tucker" mean now and they set him off.) He starts fluttering his tail like a baby when I go by. If I say, "Tucker, give me a kiss!" he sticks his beak out of the bars, puts it on my lips and makes a kissing noise. SRYSLY.
THAT BIRD IS KISSING ME. That's a huge WTF. Even weirder? He's got this toy, a gold, plastic ring a few inches in diameter, that he keeps putting in my hand everytime I reach in there. O_o
Oh, and also, we have a sick baby penguin at work. The little darling is so adorable, soft and sweet, I can hardly take it. He loves to be cuddled (they are very tactile and need a lot of contact,) and he also needs to be forece-fed, unfortunately. Here is a pic of me with the little dude:
Sorry for my big ugly mug being in two pics in a row. No more, promise.
Anyway, yesterday Rob asked me to force-feed him some fishes. In order to do that, you have to get your entire finger down into the crop and shove those fishes down. It's very disturbing. More disturbing was that as soon as I had got about seven fishes in him, he vomited them back up all over me, along with some fishes that had been in there for about an hour. When I asked Rob what to do, he told me to stuff them back in him, because if he doesn't eat he will starve to death; he's got to start holding stuff down. So I took all the regurgitated fish and I stuffed them back into his crop. And then he re-vomited the vomited fishes back onto me, and one went into my pocket. I kid you not.
The things I do.
In other news, I am totally obssessed with whatever tree it is that is blooming like mad out here. It looks like a huge, towering, white wisteria, though it can't be because I've never seen wisteria get so huge. They're everywhere, lining every street from the LIE to backroads. I've never smelled these before, never noticed them blooming like this, but I can't imagine how I missed it because they smell like sweet candy. The whole entire island smells like these trees and the ocean. It's unbelievable. I think maybe I'm only noticing now because I've been driving with the windows down while they're blooming, and I probably never did that before. And I'm driving with the windows down because I'm listening to MCR or TBS, so thanks, you two bands, for making me want to have my windows down and allowing me to smell these awesome trees. I have to find out what they are because I want like eighty of them in my yard.
WELP! Huge show tomorrow! Will try to update again soon! Meantime, back to making a mess of my MAD WRITIN SKILLZ YO.
Yeah, I guess I've been kinda ignoring Ye Olde LJ, wtf is that about? Well, it's about being wildly busy in some ways, but it's also about being preoccupied. I guess I've been writing a lot. Strangely enough (or perhaps not so strangely,) have not been writing on my novel. Huh, how 'bout that? I went backwards and forwards through "manuscript" (you see how that is always in quotes) and today I even bought a square metal plate to put it in as I print it. But since I "corrected" it, I haven't even touched it.
But I have been writing. Actually, I've been writing under a *GASP!* nom de plume, where no one knows or cares who the eff I am, and I"m going fully crazy and writing just messy, crazy, angsty, nutty stuff. I'm indulging in all the terrible writerisms I try to avoid in my "real" writing, I've been making a huge mess, being careless, making up stupid, implausible plots, doing pages of dialogue and verbose, gosh, full-on florid visual descriptions of superhot characters. Basically I'm rolling around in the mud of writing and getting filthy in it, and I've been having a fantastic time. And the people who are reading it are having a fantastic time, too.
No, you can't read it. None of you can. No one who knows me or my writing or any of my endeavors can even look at it. Believe me, you don't want to.
Aside from that? Lots of Hula stuff going on. We had a dress rehearsal on Tuesday that ran sorta late, for a show we're doing on the 16th. We're just doing the Tahitian section, though. (Note to self: cut the stray 'otea bark from the inside of the costume before the next show, it is giving you a rash on your butt. That 'otea bark gets freaking everywhere.) And my dear friend Olivia threw us a show tomorrow. *does a Gerard Way voice* "SURPRISE!" OH, HAY, COMPLETELY UNPREPARED! Well, not really. But it is a long distance and I've got to get my costumes and implements together, holy crap, I think I left my 'uli 'uli in the car, wtf.
I've only got two birds so far, a grackle named Tim and a starling named Truffles. I almost had a crow the other day, this one would have been for keeps, as he was totally tame, non-releasable, imprinted liek whoa. But the people backed out. I don't know what ended up happening to the crow. That sucks, though, because I want one. I'm ready for one. Hey, universe? Ready for that companion crow.
Speaking of, dude, Tucker is totally in love with me. He freaks out when he hears my voice, he throws himself against the cage bars when I'm leaving (he knows what the words "Goodnight, Tucker" mean now and they set him off.) He starts fluttering his tail like a baby when I go by. If I say, "Tucker, give me a kiss!" he sticks his beak out of the bars, puts it on my lips and makes a kissing noise. SRYSLY.
THAT BIRD IS KISSING ME. That's a huge WTF. Even weirder? He's got this toy, a gold, plastic ring a few inches in diameter, that he keeps putting in my hand everytime I reach in there. O_o
Oh, and also, we have a sick baby penguin at work. The little darling is so adorable, soft and sweet, I can hardly take it. He loves to be cuddled (they are very tactile and need a lot of contact,) and he also needs to be forece-fed, unfortunately. Here is a pic of me with the little dude:
Sorry for my big ugly mug being in two pics in a row. No more, promise.
Anyway, yesterday Rob asked me to force-feed him some fishes. In order to do that, you have to get your entire finger down into the crop and shove those fishes down. It's very disturbing. More disturbing was that as soon as I had got about seven fishes in him, he vomited them back up all over me, along with some fishes that had been in there for about an hour. When I asked Rob what to do, he told me to stuff them back in him, because if he doesn't eat he will starve to death; he's got to start holding stuff down. So I took all the regurgitated fish and I stuffed them back into his crop. And then he re-vomited the vomited fishes back onto me, and one went into my pocket. I kid you not.
The things I do.
In other news, I am totally obssessed with whatever tree it is that is blooming like mad out here. It looks like a huge, towering, white wisteria, though it can't be because I've never seen wisteria get so huge. They're everywhere, lining every street from the LIE to backroads. I've never smelled these before, never noticed them blooming like this, but I can't imagine how I missed it because they smell like sweet candy. The whole entire island smells like these trees and the ocean. It's unbelievable. I think maybe I'm only noticing now because I've been driving with the windows down while they're blooming, and I probably never did that before. And I'm driving with the windows down because I'm listening to MCR or TBS, so thanks, you two bands, for making me want to have my windows down and allowing me to smell these awesome trees. I have to find out what they are because I want like eighty of them in my yard.
WELP! Huge show tomorrow! Will try to update again soon! Meantime, back to making a mess of my MAD WRITIN SKILLZ YO.
