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la_belle_laideFirst though, getting back to SITF today was mostly pretty good. The only things that really sucked were finding one of the quails dead, and Frank smoking a cigar in the building. (Smoke in general bugs me out, but it's so bad since the surgery, my eyes dry right out.) I tried to hint it nicely to him but he didn't get it, and I don't have the heart to tattle. He's very rarely there, so maybe I won't have to deal with it too often. He's this typical, big older avuncular Italian guy, and even though he knows my name, to him I'm just "the Angel" who helps him move heavy objects around when they need to be moved. Seriously, how could I call trouble on a guy like that? Yeah, and one of the quails died, I felt so badly when I found him in his cage. Hilda told me he hadn't been eating in the last three days. It was fantastic to be back among the birds that I love. Tucker was all about me today, he jumped onto my arm and ate food out of my hand, played with my bracelet and made funny "coo" noises when I went by. Pam the peahen, on the other hand, attacked my ass. For real, I turned around and bent down to remove the sheet on th ebottom of her cage and she jumped up and pecked my butt really hard. Better my butt than my eyes, though, which is what she usually goes for. The only other thing that happened was, I think some bird parasite or other bit me, or maybe a lot of them did (one of the roosters has mites really badly--mites don't usually get to me, but SOMEthing did today,) and by the time I got to Kung Fu, I was red and itchy all over, huge pink welts all over my neck and shoulders. It itched like mad and I wanted to throw myself into the duck pond.
Speaking of ducks. During the first class, we were all doing some drills (a really cool one that I liked a lot,) when two ducks crossed into the middle of the road below and started doing it. Two more ducks followed them, another male and another female. Meanwhile, traffic started to back up on both sides of the road, because the road is really narrow and none of the cars could get around. To make mattersbetter worse, the second male duck gets on the back of the other male, who is already doign it with the first female duck, and starts doing it with him! It was a duck threesome, and the other female just stood there watching. Dude, you have never seen a group of adults turn into twelve year olds so quickly as did our class. Everybody Wasn't Kung Fu Fighting. We all just stood there pointing and laughing, especially when the drivers of the backed-up cars started blowing their horns to get the ducks to quit it and move out of the road. And then the class just disintegrated from there, I mean how can you go back to doing what you were doing after seeing a partly-homosexual duck threesome? THe jokes and puns just kept coming. Then in blackbelt club we did our hardcore warmup, and Sifu drove us into zen-oblivion with a really awesome drill that we repeated for about twenty minutes, this was seriously one of my favorite drills ever.
On the way home--and indeed on the way there--there was a power line down on the North Road so I had to detour. On the way back, my eyes were already going blurry (I'm sure the earlier smoke didn't help,) and though I could see (I always tell people who ask me how I can drive yet, "I like to think I can see headlights bearing down on me,") I couldn't read the road signs. Funny thing: when I went out with Chrissie before the operation, we got lost and ended up on thi sone road. Last week when Dad drove me to the library, he got lost (which is a rare thing so close to home, believe me,) and ended up on the exact same road. Don't you know that tonight, I got lost again on this detour, and ended up on the exact same befrigged road? But at least this time I knew where the beef I was!
It was around this time that I thought I blew my speakers. It was right in the middle of MCR's "THis Is How I Disappear", and I naturally had it cranked, but not so terribly cranked that my speakers should have been blowing out. And it was rhythmic, the way they would go on and off, almost like a bassline tha thad nothing to do with the music. So I turned the entire stereo off. That's when I heard my brakes squealing everytime I touched them. Dude, now I only just had my brakes done, my Da paid for it, because there was simply no way in hell, not with all the work I have missed recently. So I was all WTF, and started talking ot my car. For those of you who don't know me, I love my car unnaturally. My car's name is Shinigami, (go on, ask me what it means and what it's from if you don't know,) and I totally make out with it. I have actual feelings for my car. I think that when you name something and take care of it, you give it mana, chi if you want to get Chinese about it. Shinigami has its own mana, anyone who's been in the car can tell you. So I begin to worry about Shinigami, because he is an old car who has been with me for about seven and a half years now. Now I get nearly home, and all of a sudden the anti-lock brake light comes on. Another mile, and the "check engine" light comes on. The dash monitor starts telling me, "SERVICE CAR SOON" then in the next mile it starts telling me, "TRACTION INACTIVE". And I'm going, "Two more miles, Shinigami, two more miles." I get to the left turn before my avenue and all of a sudden, the dash goes completely dark. I try to make the left turn and Shinigami chugs, almost stalling. Halfway to my avenue, the headlights flicker off, on, off, on. I get to my block and make the right turn, and we chug to a halt to the house. Now I'm near tears, not (only) because I'm thinking what this is going to cost me, but because my faithful Shinigami actually got me home, waiting till the very last possible second to quit.
Please send good vibes to Shinigami. I don't know what I'd do without him.
Anyway, so tomorrow I do my split-shift, the hospital then the clinic, this is my suuuuperlong work day, when I have to eat on the fly. (Which always makes me picture me sitting on a giant fly while eating my lunch.) Afterwards though, Kelly and I are going to the spa. How fantastic is that? I've never been to a spa, but we decided that we were just going to up and go. I so totally cannot wait, you don't even realize. Friday is another long day, though shorter than tomorrow by an hour and I get an actual, sit-down, clocked out lunch Friday. Saturday is Tai Chi and then Hula (I think?) and then Sunday is Duck Pond Day. I had a fantastic time last year at Duck Pond Day with Tristan. He's going to be there again, but this time it's going to be a handful of us, not just the two of us. We might all get together and do a demo, maybe sword form. Which is really quite a shame, because I don't remember the blasted thing about the sword form. Oh well, we'll see. I wonder if there will be anymore duck orgies?
Oh, one last thing: Frank Iero is my new hero, he speaks out for vegetarianism and against animal testing. Hurray for bands I love supporting causes, 30STM with their EnvironmenTour, forward-thinking politics, vegetarianism and Earth Awareness, and now MCR with their anti-lookism, anti-homophobia and now animal rights. I hope there are bands like this still around when I have kids someday.
Speaking of ducks. During the first class, we were all doing some drills (a really cool one that I liked a lot,) when two ducks crossed into the middle of the road below and started doing it. Two more ducks followed them, another male and another female. Meanwhile, traffic started to back up on both sides of the road, because the road is really narrow and none of the cars could get around. To make matters
On the way home--and indeed on the way there--there was a power line down on the North Road so I had to detour. On the way back, my eyes were already going blurry (I'm sure the earlier smoke didn't help,) and though I could see (I always tell people who ask me how I can drive yet, "I like to think I can see headlights bearing down on me,") I couldn't read the road signs. Funny thing: when I went out with Chrissie before the operation, we got lost and ended up on thi sone road. Last week when Dad drove me to the library, he got lost (which is a rare thing so close to home, believe me,) and ended up on the exact same road. Don't you know that tonight, I got lost again on this detour, and ended up on the exact same befrigged road? But at least this time I knew where the beef I was!
It was around this time that I thought I blew my speakers. It was right in the middle of MCR's "THis Is How I Disappear", and I naturally had it cranked, but not so terribly cranked that my speakers should have been blowing out. And it was rhythmic, the way they would go on and off, almost like a bassline tha thad nothing to do with the music. So I turned the entire stereo off. That's when I heard my brakes squealing everytime I touched them. Dude, now I only just had my brakes done, my Da paid for it, because there was simply no way in hell, not with all the work I have missed recently. So I was all WTF, and started talking ot my car. For those of you who don't know me, I love my car unnaturally. My car's name is Shinigami, (go on, ask me what it means and what it's from if you don't know,) and I totally make out with it. I have actual feelings for my car. I think that when you name something and take care of it, you give it mana, chi if you want to get Chinese about it. Shinigami has its own mana, anyone who's been in the car can tell you. So I begin to worry about Shinigami, because he is an old car who has been with me for about seven and a half years now. Now I get nearly home, and all of a sudden the anti-lock brake light comes on. Another mile, and the "check engine" light comes on. The dash monitor starts telling me, "SERVICE CAR SOON" then in the next mile it starts telling me, "TRACTION INACTIVE". And I'm going, "Two more miles, Shinigami, two more miles." I get to the left turn before my avenue and all of a sudden, the dash goes completely dark. I try to make the left turn and Shinigami chugs, almost stalling. Halfway to my avenue, the headlights flicker off, on, off, on. I get to my block and make the right turn, and we chug to a halt to the house. Now I'm near tears, not (only) because I'm thinking what this is going to cost me, but because my faithful Shinigami actually got me home, waiting till the very last possible second to quit.
Please send good vibes to Shinigami. I don't know what I'd do without him.
Anyway, so tomorrow I do my split-shift, the hospital then the clinic, this is my suuuuperlong work day, when I have to eat on the fly. (Which always makes me picture me sitting on a giant fly while eating my lunch.) Afterwards though, Kelly and I are going to the spa. How fantastic is that? I've never been to a spa, but we decided that we were just going to up and go. I so totally cannot wait, you don't even realize. Friday is another long day, though shorter than tomorrow by an hour and I get an actual, sit-down, clocked out lunch Friday. Saturday is Tai Chi and then Hula (I think?) and then Sunday is Duck Pond Day. I had a fantastic time last year at Duck Pond Day with Tristan. He's going to be there again, but this time it's going to be a handful of us, not just the two of us. We might all get together and do a demo, maybe sword form. Which is really quite a shame, because I don't remember the blasted thing about the sword form. Oh well, we'll see. I wonder if there will be anymore duck orgies?
Oh, one last thing: Frank Iero is my new hero, he speaks out for vegetarianism and against animal testing. Hurray for bands I love supporting causes, 30STM with their EnvironmenTour, forward-thinking politics, vegetarianism and Earth Awareness, and now MCR with their anti-lookism, anti-homophobia and now animal rights. I hope there are bands like this still around when I have kids someday.
