Death Does Not Become Me....

In my new home, I've trapped a gypsy woman. She seems not to mind. She's the type of gypsy that walks around town, "accidentally" bumping into people, and at the same time steals their coinpurse. There isn't anything to steal in my threadbare cottage, so I've trapped her there. Earlier today she was rocking in my chair... even though it's not a rocking chair. Then, later, in my garden, she was pulling leaves off the bay tree. I guess she just needed attention, because when I started talking to her, she just wanted to talk about makeup and fashion, things I have no idea about. I quickly bored of her conversation and went for a stroll in the abbey instead. So I've had lots of time to think. I'm not sure if thinking is such a good idea but something drastic is going to happen. Yes, yes, I know that's vague, but I can be mysterious if I want to be. My only friend screwed up! Yes you did! I know you're reading this and glaring at me me

...because today was more than I could handle. Everyone is lost in their own little worlds. God forbid a gypsy come around and actually have words fall out of her face that make sense. Oh yeah, I forgot, gypsies aren't supposed to have opinions of substance. I'm going to lock myself into my new cottage and not come out. I am invisible. A not-so-vibrant invisible gypsy girl.

I can see now that I've changed. I was so naive to think that any "knight in shining armor" would look at me and find me to be pleasurable company. Who was I kidding?? I mean, c'mon, I'm a wandering nomad, someone without a definite home, someone who relies on her instincts and her talents just to survive. I think all the stories that my uncle told me made me embellish my opinion of them. It was easy to mold them into my ideal. But what is an ideal anyways? They can change, I know that now. Any attempt I've made to get to know any kind of "hero/knight" (ones in clans and ones not in clans) has been a joke. None take me seriously, and most are more concerned with those that are on the same level on the heirarchy chart. Just because I hate wearing shoes and I wiggle around alot doesn't mean I'm not the same as anyone else. -=sigh=- On a lighter note, I'm considering learning how to fire dance... we'll see if I don't burn

So there's all this stuff happening, bad vibes, people getting angry, throwing stuff around, blah blah blah. And you know what? I'm not involved! It wasn't me! And I'm staying out of it! I can barely handle myself, let alone other people's issues. I like the people that are involved in the drama, I just can't let myself step into it. So I wish them well. Yes, you know who I'm talking about! And there was no one around today to play with me. I guess they were all distracted. So I kicked a few people I thought deserved it, pocketed their money, and ran off to sit in the Falcon Inn. I hope Zillah doesn't get mad about the pamphlets I left in his office.... I thought them kind of funny and the kind of sarcastic humor he would get. Some of my friends haven't shown up in awhile. I wonder where they've gone to? And I need some opinions on the houses I've narrowed my choices down to! It's just so horrid sleeping in a different bed every

So after my fieldtrip a few days ago with friends looking for good real estate, I looked around a bit, reconsidered places I've been and narrowed it down to a few possibilities. There's some great apartments in Alhambra, but they have marble floors, and I know my feet will get cold superfast. But they have balconies that overlook ornate plazas. If I choose wisely, I could get an apartment that is away from the slummy area. Romania has some cutesy cottages, too. I like the location, and I like the fact that there's other gypsies around, but maybe I don't want them seeing me coming in and out of the same place all the time. They might catch on... And Tara has these awesome looking treehouses! They are alot smaller than the other places I'm interested in, and more expensive, so I'll really have to think hard about my decision. I don't need a huge place, just somewhere comfortable to lay my head, and somewhere to drop off all these easter eggs I've b

So yesterday I was roaming around, paying my friend the pardoner a visit. Boy, is that guy evil. He sure puts up a front! Atone for your sins, he says! But he's got a plateful himself. So I kicked him in his fanny and took all his money. Muhaha!! Orchid wanted me to drop by, so I checked out her shop in London. It's definitely colorful, the kind of colorful I like as a gypsy! Mister Letheguy and Anadreva were hanging out, playing the guitar, and chatting about "unmentionables." Some people really have weird obsessions, I tell you. They all tried to explain to me what "snarky" is, but I think I'm still confused. Maybe I'll have them explain it to me again. And Orchid read my cards again. I asked about the whole buying a house thing. I really was hesitant to invest in a solid physical address, but I feel better now that the spirit world has accepted it. I drew the Adaptation card, and it was clear sailing! Mrs. Nadia showed up and the whol

I'm trying to prevent myself from getting my hopes up in any situation. Today for example, I hear wind of a group of people wanting to join up and beat up some bad guys. And of course, I'm in. I love getting rid of bad guys. After much waiting around, and people being flakey (not the cornflake kind) me and a friend named Krista gave up. Krista is a big hunter type, and she doesn't like to be much in the spotlight, so I'll shush about her. We tried our best though to get the action going, but maybe another time. This gave me time to ponder (I like using that word) where I'm going with myself. So I hung out with my hermit friend near France. He doesn't like many people, but he doesn't mind if I hang out in his garden. He wasn't much help with my mind-doodles, though. For one, my bank account is steadily getting larger. Richard the Innkeeper is stealing some, I think, though, but I'm too hesitant to approach him about it. Ah well. But now t

I kind of drank a bit the other day. I remember a few things, but most of it is fuzzy. It's taken me 2 days to recover. I never realized a jug of wine could have the kind of effect. I hope I haven't embarrassed myself.

It must have been about 8 summers ago when I was last with the caravan. They were my family. We travelled all along Europe, seeing the sites, meeting people, living off the land. I couldn't imagine any other kind of lifestyle. I was surrounded by my family, and my extended family, and everyday we travelled, not knowing where until we were there. During the day, we'd find villages and fellow travellers and attempt to make some coin with our talents. We practiced tarot readings, sight into the crystal ball, and other fortune telling techniques. I learned the Sight very slowly, even though I found it interesting. To this day, I'm always reluctant to pull out my crystal ball. Some of the gypsy men were great at pickpocketing, and we would cheer them for bringing bread to our tables. Being a gypsy is about bringing out the gullibility of people and taking advantage of that. Don't tell anyone I said that, of course. The nights were the best times, because I would

I have absolutely nothing of interest to post! So you can stop reading now. ok, how about now? you're still reading! Busted! I haven't had much opportunity to adventure and play with my new friends. And yes, I miss them bunches. I've been attempting looking into my family history, but it's been quite difficult since they live the nomadic lifestyle, and I don't know much about them since I left the caravan. But that's a story for another time.