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....

There's this drug on the market that is completely legal and I find myself drawn to it whenever I'm not distracted. It's called cafe au lait. I don't know how you pronounce it, because I don't speak Latin or French or whatever, but when I drink it, it gives me this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. Actually, I think it's coffee, but with a prettier name. Today was one of those days that I drank cup after cup, and I lost count. Before I knew it, I had passed out on Zillahface's shoulder. I thought coffee was one of those drinks that woke you up, made you more aware and stuff, but not so for me! Zillah woke me up, and explained to me that I'm probably one of those people that is affected by coffee in a different way. That super hyper people sometimes just fall asleep while under the influence of it. Strange, isn't it? I recently tried something new as well. Since I've been hanging out with Zillahface on a regular basis, I've started s...

So I know everyone has been hanging on the edge of their seats wanting to know every little detail that goes on in my little nomadic life. Calm down, calm down. Instead of giving you juicy gossip to hold you over til my next fruitful update, I'll just say that things are going really well. Maybe really well. Maybe sometimes I get really excited and have to calm myself down so I look and act like a normal human being. Ok, I'm over it. Some people don't like feet in their face. It's kind of funny really. I'm surprised I haven't gotten my toes bitten off, but maybe I'm just lucky. Me and Zillah were sitting in his bathtub, you know, the one that I want for myself, and I kept wiggling my toes in his face. He didn't like that much. I've learned that in the world of Sea-at-tel, there is no magic. How can people exist without magic?? I rely on my magic so much to get me through my days. It feeds me, it keeps me warm, it protects me from fire, it ...

My first relationship was never like this. I was sixteen, barely old enough to know what emotion was. He was in his thirties... and married. But he was a knight, and I had that naive soft spot for men dressed in shiney clothes. His wife, which I'm sure was a very nice lady, was never around, and we found ourselves sneaking off and hiding so as no one (and when I say no one, I mean his friends and brother knights) could stumble upon us. We would talk for hours, about everything you've ever wanted to talk about with someone. But we never kissed. Yes, we liked each other very much, but he was dedicated to his lost wife, so we shared nothing more than held hands. Sir Geber was an honorable man, and I hope not to shame him with this story. Our meetings ended suddenly and without any warning, but I still look back on them with a smile. Even if it wasn't a full-fledged relationship; even if there was no physical contact, I wantedthat same dedication that Sir Geber felt fo...

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...