Death Does Not Become Me....

Life is so much different when you do adult things. I find that I do things differently. I watch where I walk, I don't go over the top and pounce on people, I even pay attention to my bank account in ways I never thought. Being responsible and thoughtful is a strange thing for me. I've thrown away all my cans of spraypaint, probably to the appreciation of those that I vandalized (some on a regular basis.) I've donated the clothing I gathered for the trip to Sea-at-tel since I won't be needing them anymore. And I've decided to work in my fire-dancing on a more diligent schedule. Adults are supposed to have plans, right? Well, as an adult-in-training, I'm going to do what I was born to do, and that is dance. My job is to entertain, and I think that firedancing will be a new exciting way to amuse others. I may even make a few coins from my performances when I'm certain I won't singe myself anymore than I have already. Fire dancing is an art, one t...

I had another friend that I trapped in my cottage. An older gypsy woman by the name of Sway. She liked to sway around, so I guess that's how she got her name. And don't ask me about my obsession in trapping people in my house. It's not that I trap them, I just kind of lock the door so they can't get out. Anyways, me and Sway got along real great. She'd be there hanging out in my garden practicing little jigs, and here I'd come and jump in on the dancing. I'm hoping that someday I can use the little hip tricks she taught me to seduce some boys. I must admit that she did distract me from my fire-dancing practice. She had no interest in such things, she said. She felt that it would singe her hairdo, and some gypsies won't ever risk that. But then the ... i want to say inevidable... happened. She was slaughtered. In front of my eyes. The murderer callous and irrational. Of course, he didn't care. Apparently I'm not allowed to have friends, no matter ...

A naked man hugged me today. That is all I have to say about that.

There's nothing like lounging in someone else's bathtub. You can learn alot about someone just by the kind of washing area they have. Do they use a good kind of soap? Is it in a secluded place or out in the open where everyone can see? Are they hairy? Do they leave puddles on the floor? My friend Zillah has a bathtub next to a wall in his warehouse. Today he had me wait around for him while he was doing business in his office. So I sat around in his bathtub. And right there, next to his lovely cast iron tub was a bottle of Jagermeister, which is some liquor that I took a few sippysippys from. Maybe he won't notice? But it was nice to be in a tub. Contrary to what people think, not all gypsies are dirtystinky. I give Yusuf alot of business, too! Maybe I should build a tub in my own home, but I'm hardly ever there. Whyever did I purchase a home if I'm never there? I guess to hold all this crap I've accumulated! Today I also went with a small group o...

My friends got me a present. A tattoo! It's right on my lower back, and his little parrot head peeks out. It's fabulous! Thank you everyone.

News as of late: The gypsy woman I had trapped in my home disappeared. I think she escaped. Ah well, I guess I'll find a replacement friend. Miss Nadia was really drunk the other day. It was kind of funny. I wonder if I acted like that when I was that drunk? But she deserved to get sloshed, because she finally had her baby!! And I got to meet the baby!! Babybaby! She's so precious. I can't wait for her to grow up big so we can cause some trouble together. Zillah got me a present! Can you imagine? He's becoming a softie but he still refuses it with his stoney face. I tell him I'm not falling for the stoneyface act, but he doesn't believe me. Ah well. One of these days he'll admit he's my friend. I'm still mad at him for giving his blood away. Of all people, I figured he would know better! But he's got this crazy plan to become stronger blah blah blah. Does he really need that? I suppose he is going for the challenge, but I could s...

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.

I walked upon a fascinating sight today, that of Orchid and Nadia engrossed in a Tarot reading. I'd never seen another of the Divine not from my caravan practice before. It truly was a sight to see, especially with the colorful booth set up. Mistress Nadia had chosen the Hermit card, and hopefully it enlightened her to her own situation. Miss Orchid insisted that she read my cards next, even though I was a bit hesitant at first. But it is always interesting to see how others interpret your life and your actions. I tried to be as generic with my question as possible, and it turns out I picked the Hermit card, too! Perhaps Mistress Nadia and I are on the same brainwaves. Heheh. Miss Orchid proceeded to tell me her interpretation of the card in relation to my question, and I believe her to be true. It's all about distance, no? Literally, we travel distances everyday, no matter how we get from Point A to Point B. (I prefer flying on my magic wings, actually) Hypothetical...

I have this great friend named Nepon. He's not your normal kind of guy. Yeah, he's way older than I am, but he's "cool older." When I first met him, I was kind of intimidated, but I soon realized he's a big fuzzballhead! (That's a good thing) He says he plays this game called "football" whatever that is. Apparently it's an aggressive game where you run around alot and run out of breath. He's a big guy! Really tall and he wears this funny hat on his head. And he's always talking about this thing called a "Superbowl." I guess that means it's a big bowl that holds lots of soup. -=shrug=- But he's a great guy! One of my true friends around here. Unfortunately he's not a knight of any kind. -=make face=- Then there's this "kid" named Zillah. He is so mean! He's a walking contradiction! And he's frustrating! Sure, he eats people, and he's got the sense of humor of a "fo...

The other day I was hanging out in the Stag. It was full of people that recognized me! I didn't realize my name had travelled so far. But anyways, after the common civilties were passed, an extremely handsome surgeonguy kissed my hand. YES!! He kissykissy my hand!! I was completely surprised, but I tried not to show it. So I put on my cute face, slid a bit closer to him, and tried to engage him in conversation. I ended up asking him questions I knew were trivial (and I presume he thought the same) but it was an opportunity to smell him. How dreamy!! And he gave me a lovely red rose. A woman by the name of Ms. Nadia mentioned something about this handsome surgeonguy intending to meet me, but cute surgeonguy quickly hushed her. I wonder what this was about? I also got pretty tipsy off some wine with a person from the Stars! Who would have guessed someone could have made it this far...

I was all over today! I hitched up my skirts and joined a group of folks who were adventuring to this tower where a bunch of assassins hang out. I don't think they were the ninja type of assassins, though. They were pretty mad at us for trespassing, and I don't blame them, but we had a mission! A mission to get to the Grand Master Assassin! And we showed him who's boss! We also found these ... what were they? I want to say pirates, but they had no flesh! So we beat those bad guys up, too. It was a fun group to hang out with. I felt all important making sure everyone was prepared with the strength and armor they would need to survive. I like being relied upon. Makes me feel useful that my magic can do amazing life-changing things. People still think I'm a fruit. I am not a fruit! I'm a gypsy!