Hula, birds, writing, and a hot guy!
Jun. 17th, 2007 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_belle_laideAgain with the fandom writing and making sloppy, improbable and ridiculous stories that are taking up all my free time! What little of it there is these days, anyway. We've had a Hula show ever weekend for the past month, which is a GOOD thing I assure you, just a little hectic.
Yesterday was our annual guest appearance at the Commack dance recital thingie. We only ever do one section there and this year we chose Tahitian. I wanted to bring the house down. I couldn't. I was so far out of my zone it was just awful. I don't know what it is about this place, but I'm always depressed when I get there, and depressed the whole time I'm there. It got to the point where I wanted to put my headpiece over my face, or just plain go home. Recall last year at the same thing, I was hating on how I looked in the same exact way when that dance teacher came up to me and said "you guys are beautiful." Oddly enough, she did and said the exact same thing this year. Maybe it alarms me how little things change year to year. (Also recall that I started writing some "Unnamed Vampire Story", holy crap, I had no frigging idea that story was a year old! HOLY!!!! Errr, I just read that recap of that story, wherein the lead character was an animator turned rock musician; keep in mind first that I haven't even looked at that story in about seven months, and also and most importantly, I hadn't even heard the words "My Chemical Romance" back then, okay? Totally accidental.)
Anyway, moving backwards. Before the show yesterday my little starling Bert died. I understand he just wasn't meant to be, because he was runty and weird and just not right, but it's still sad when I lose them. He was a cute little bird and I miss him.
And before that was Friday, and Friday was kind of cool. I got three more birds Friday, a baby robin who I named Adam, a teeny finch only a few days old (I didn't name him because I'm going to give him to Laura,) and a BABY BLUEJAY! His name is Jared. He's kind of an older baby, about a month perhaps, and he was a cat toy. He's badly chewed up, with busted air sacs and what looks like an abcess on his back. So I have him on Baytril and my fingers are crossed.
Olso on Friday, this really good-looking guy came in with his monitor, the lizard, I mean. I think I stared openly at him for a few seconds before realizing what I was doing. Even the other girls up at the desk thought he was hot. Then he started kind o looking at me, so I bailed out, you know I hate to be looked at too closely. I eventually had to go back up front anyway, I can't remember why that was, and we started talking about lizards and stuff. He was really passionate about how people treat exotic pets, he hates the way people keep them and then just let them die like they're disposable. We started talking about how they give away "baby dragons" at fairs (which are baby iguanas, actually,) in tiny little plastic carriers, and those "baby dragons" are usually dead within a few months. The guy said, "That's why I never go to those fairs. I'd kill someone." Then as he was leaving I asked him if he needed help getting to his car (he kind of had his hands full) and he said, "No, I don't want you to see how dirty it is." Then he said, "You should come by to (the place where I work) and see me somtime. But come by quick, because I won't be there much longer." And then he winked at me. I was struck totally WTF. Hot boy. Asking me to come see him. Nancy asked me if I was actually going to go see him and I told her, "Hells, no! I don't want that level of commitment!" ;D Also, he just looked at me way too much, and I hate that. Rob was like, "It's a sign! It's meant to be!" Which got me laughing, because seriously.
People talk about finding "The One" and meeting "The One" and "Oh my god, s/he's The One!" and all I can ever think about when people say that is this: Falling in love is like falling down a ladder, where every rung is another moment you're getting older and the bottom is your fear of dying alone, and whoever is at the bottom of the ladder when you reach it, well, that's The One.
That's how I see it, anyway.
Welp! Back to writing this year's version of nonsense! ^_^
Yesterday was our annual guest appearance at the Commack dance recital thingie. We only ever do one section there and this year we chose Tahitian. I wanted to bring the house down. I couldn't. I was so far out of my zone it was just awful. I don't know what it is about this place, but I'm always depressed when I get there, and depressed the whole time I'm there. It got to the point where I wanted to put my headpiece over my face, or just plain go home. Recall last year at the same thing, I was hating on how I looked in the same exact way when that dance teacher came up to me and said "you guys are beautiful." Oddly enough, she did and said the exact same thing this year. Maybe it alarms me how little things change year to year. (Also recall that I started writing some "Unnamed Vampire Story", holy crap, I had no frigging idea that story was a year old! HOLY!!!! Errr, I just read that recap of that story, wherein the lead character was an animator turned rock musician; keep in mind first that I haven't even looked at that story in about seven months, and also and most importantly, I hadn't even heard the words "My Chemical Romance" back then, okay? Totally accidental.)
Anyway, moving backwards. Before the show yesterday my little starling Bert died. I understand he just wasn't meant to be, because he was runty and weird and just not right, but it's still sad when I lose them. He was a cute little bird and I miss him.
And before that was Friday, and Friday was kind of cool. I got three more birds Friday, a baby robin who I named Adam, a teeny finch only a few days old (I didn't name him because I'm going to give him to Laura,) and a BABY BLUEJAY! His name is Jared. He's kind of an older baby, about a month perhaps, and he was a cat toy. He's badly chewed up, with busted air sacs and what looks like an abcess on his back. So I have him on Baytril and my fingers are crossed.
Olso on Friday, this really good-looking guy came in with his monitor, the lizard, I mean. I think I stared openly at him for a few seconds before realizing what I was doing. Even the other girls up at the desk thought he was hot. Then he started kind o looking at me, so I bailed out, you know I hate to be looked at too closely. I eventually had to go back up front anyway, I can't remember why that was, and we started talking about lizards and stuff. He was really passionate about how people treat exotic pets, he hates the way people keep them and then just let them die like they're disposable. We started talking about how they give away "baby dragons" at fairs (which are baby iguanas, actually,) in tiny little plastic carriers, and those "baby dragons" are usually dead within a few months. The guy said, "That's why I never go to those fairs. I'd kill someone." Then as he was leaving I asked him if he needed help getting to his car (he kind of had his hands full) and he said, "No, I don't want you to see how dirty it is." Then he said, "You should come by to (the place where I work) and see me somtime. But come by quick, because I won't be there much longer." And then he winked at me. I was struck totally WTF. Hot boy. Asking me to come see him. Nancy asked me if I was actually going to go see him and I told her, "Hells, no! I don't want that level of commitment!" ;D Also, he just looked at me way too much, and I hate that. Rob was like, "It's a sign! It's meant to be!" Which got me laughing, because seriously.
People talk about finding "The One" and meeting "The One" and "Oh my god, s/he's The One!" and all I can ever think about when people say that is this: Falling in love is like falling down a ladder, where every rung is another moment you're getting older and the bottom is your fear of dying alone, and whoever is at the bottom of the ladder when you reach it, well, that's The One.
That's how I see it, anyway.
Welp! Back to writing this year's version of nonsense! ^_^
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you exasperate me!!
Date: 2007-06-18 07:54 pm (UTC)you know what I'm talking about!
hehe a blue jay named Jared... take care of the little guy.
oh and.. my stepdaughter is going to see MCR and a whole shitload of other bands WITHOUT ME!!!!
*POUT*
oh effing well :P
Re: you exasperate me!!
Date: 2007-06-18 08:35 pm (UTC)Yeah, my heavenly little blue Jared jay. I will have to post pics of him, he is so loud and obnoxious and precious.
Oohhh, is your stepdaughter going to Projekt Revolution? I'm going to see them with my goddaughter in AUgust! MyChem, Taking Back SUnday, Saosin, a TON of bands! It's going to be--dare I say--superfly! Wish you could go!