Death Does Not Become Me....

Here's a few answers to questions that everyone is just dying to know! Q: Why is your name Lime? A: Gypsies are given two names when they are born. Lime is the only one I can tell you. My mother says she named me Lime for two reasons. One, because she craved the fruit while pregnant with me, and two, that I came out of the womb with the sourest expression on my face. Q: How many siblings do you have? A: Believe it or not, I have twelve! Seven brothers, Guaril, Marko, Nicolae, Stefan, Luca, Andrzej, and Yoska. Five sisters, Kizzy, Jael, Mirela, Tsura, and Lyubitshka. I'm the sixth born from my mother. Q: How long did you live with gypsies? A: I was born and raised a gypsy and left the caravan when I was twelve. Q: What's your favorite color? A: It's not green! I like shades of blue. And orange. And purple. And red. Mix 'em all together, I like them all! Q: So do you really know gypsy magic? A: Some! I carry only a little of the Sight with me. I've never

While waiting for my fire poi to come in, I continued practicing with my homemade set. Man, am I dumb sometimes... I really shouldn't have done this, knowing what I know now. I've never been blessed with an intuitive Sight, you know. I'm past the super basics. I can swing the poi around in meticulous circles; I can have them do loopty-loops and spirals. Easy. But then I tried rolling them over my head like a lasso. Someone taught me that, I thought it would look cool. I'm getting tingles just thinking about it... One of the pois didn't go where it was supposed to. Meaning, it kind of slapped up against the wall of my house, lingered there for a minute, dropped into a bunch of tansy I had growing, engulfed in flame within seconds, and spread like wildfire. I ran to my well, pulled up a large load of water, and splashed til I fell to the ground. It's funny how your body adapts to heat and fire. It adjusts, it tolerates, it can take more than others who

Spraypaints can only hold one over for so long. Before I knew it, I had splashes of paint all over my clothes, my face, and on the tips of my fingers. Yusuf charged me double to scrub it all off, and I'm sure he missed some spots, but I don't really care. It was a mild distraction while... The weekend came and went. I waited around, rebraided my hair over and over, paced around the usual spots I go to. Before I knew it, I'd had an incalculable amount of coffee to keep me awake and alert. I was ready for Sea-at-tel! But the coffee wasn't making me feel like myself. I had the jitters pretty bad, messed up my hair quite a bit without realizing, and I passed out at some Inn I forgot the name of already. I haven't been home til this morning.. and it was over-run with dogs and gypsies going through my things. I don't really care though, they can have it. He wasn't even excited to see me. It had been days! and he comes back, chats away with his friends,

So I have to admit... I got more spraypaints. I couldn't go without them. Screw that whole "growing up thing." So I went to a few places, tagged them with nice green paint, and hopefully people will remember what lovely artwork I do. -=laugh=- Yeah, right. This weekend is the big trip! I hope we don't get stuck there. Maybe it won't be so bad, though. The future seems to have some really neat things, lots of things that are shiney and glow in the dark. Hopefully there's time for shopping. I bet I could make a killing selling stuff from the future! Now if people would only believe the stuff came from the future. I wonder if cookies taste better from the future... Oh, anyways. Miss Orchid and Anadreva have been gone a few days now. It's not the same without their snarkiness around. But I did get a postcard, and they said they got me PRESENTS!!! They better come back with Orchid's Fateyfates, or I think we'll all be extremely confused.