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New, Unnamed Vampire Story: Uhh, so much freaking fun for me to write. Gratuitous, fluffly, mostly dialogue (all snappy comebacks and gross, juvenile humor,) some angst, pretty boys with long hair ... it will likely never see the light of day, but I am making such a mess and having a great time. I'm just indulging in all my favorite writerisms. It's kind of freeing.
And I decided to take one of the main characters (a blue-eyed, self indulgent, animator turned musician named Damon, who revels un-selfconsciously in his own cheeseball humor until he finds out he is dying and then his over-protective elder brother clumsily turns him into a vampire,) and connect him to Majat. God, it's pathetic how easily I Amuse Myself. ;D But I'm leaving out the vampire part for the real story, because seriously. Does anyone even use the term "vampire" anymore?
Yesterday: The show went well. We did A Kona Hema twice. I was oddly nervous the first time, but come on. It's A Kona Hema. Probably the Hula I know the best and do the most. It was a little bit boring, and maybe that's just my hidden prima donna coming out because we were just guest artists and it wasn't our show. Two neat things. Thing one: The breakdance teacher had Jared Leto eyes. Not blue--they didn't reduce me to insipid cliche--but the shape of them. One of the boys in his class was named Jared. It was neat. Thing two: Backstage I suddenly realized, like a smack in the head, that I was fantasizing about going to sparring and someone breaking my nose so that I would just to and get the whole thing hacked off and start over. Then I got mad at myself. Then I got mad at everyone who is beautiful. Then this stunningly gorgeous girl wearing a birthday crown that said "I'm 21, buy me a drink!" (she was one of the dance teachers,) came up to the three of us and said, "You guys are beautiful." She didn't say it to me, she said it to the group of us, as dancers. But I took it as a sign that I should stop thinking along those lines. I came up with a list of reasons why I should stop, that will be my mantra: 1) Beauty would ruin me. I would become shallow, vain and lazy. 2) Karmically, I probably chose to look this way for a reason, to learn a lesson. If I changed how I look, I would likely have to repeat the lesson in another time and place. 3) This is the important one! I wasn't put on this planet to decorate it. I came here to entertain, inspire, and maybe educate. You don't have to have perfect features to do any of those things.
So all in all, it was a productive day.
Today: Out shopping with Mom and Grandma. Bought about $60 worth of plants, one of which is a freaking towering, sprawling purple foxglove. Then off to work to pick up a baby oriole. He was beautiful, but covered in mites, severely hypothermic, and agonal when I got there. You notice I say "was." I watched him try to die for about ten minutes while I tried to warm him up and get the mites off him (couldn't bathe or powder him, so I used the Jules Method: let them crawl on me and keep washing them off,) but then he just crashed worse and worse so I had him put to sleep. Sad scene, wasted trip.
Later tonight, Kung Fu. Kung Fu shouldn't make me this happy, but it does. Afterwards: Ice cream and a movie. Yes dude, ice cream, I deserve it.
Tomorrow: Big (paid!) Hula show with Olivia! HURRAH! Excited, nervous, entirely unprepared!
YIKES.
And I decided to take one of the main characters (a blue-eyed, self indulgent, animator turned musician named Damon, who revels un-selfconsciously in his own cheeseball humor until he finds out he is dying and then his over-protective elder brother clumsily turns him into a vampire,) and connect him to Majat. God, it's pathetic how easily I Amuse Myself. ;D But I'm leaving out the vampire part for the real story, because seriously. Does anyone even use the term "vampire" anymore?
Yesterday: The show went well. We did A Kona Hema twice. I was oddly nervous the first time, but come on. It's A Kona Hema. Probably the Hula I know the best and do the most. It was a little bit boring, and maybe that's just my hidden prima donna coming out because we were just guest artists and it wasn't our show. Two neat things. Thing one: The breakdance teacher had Jared Leto eyes. Not blue--they didn't reduce me to insipid cliche--but the shape of them. One of the boys in his class was named Jared. It was neat. Thing two: Backstage I suddenly realized, like a smack in the head, that I was fantasizing about going to sparring and someone breaking my nose so that I would just to and get the whole thing hacked off and start over. Then I got mad at myself. Then I got mad at everyone who is beautiful. Then this stunningly gorgeous girl wearing a birthday crown that said "I'm 21, buy me a drink!" (she was one of the dance teachers,) came up to the three of us and said, "You guys are beautiful." She didn't say it to me, she said it to the group of us, as dancers. But I took it as a sign that I should stop thinking along those lines. I came up with a list of reasons why I should stop, that will be my mantra: 1) Beauty would ruin me. I would become shallow, vain and lazy. 2) Karmically, I probably chose to look this way for a reason, to learn a lesson. If I changed how I look, I would likely have to repeat the lesson in another time and place. 3) This is the important one! I wasn't put on this planet to decorate it. I came here to entertain, inspire, and maybe educate. You don't have to have perfect features to do any of those things.
So all in all, it was a productive day.
Today: Out shopping with Mom and Grandma. Bought about $60 worth of plants, one of which is a freaking towering, sprawling purple foxglove. Then off to work to pick up a baby oriole. He was beautiful, but covered in mites, severely hypothermic, and agonal when I got there. You notice I say "was." I watched him try to die for about ten minutes while I tried to warm him up and get the mites off him (couldn't bathe or powder him, so I used the Jules Method: let them crawl on me and keep washing them off,) but then he just crashed worse and worse so I had him put to sleep. Sad scene, wasted trip.
Later tonight, Kung Fu. Kung Fu shouldn't make me this happy, but it does. Afterwards: Ice cream and a movie. Yes dude, ice cream, I deserve it.
Tomorrow: Big (paid!) Hula show with Olivia! HURRAH! Excited, nervous, entirely unprepared!
YIKES.
