... a deviant path is the only way ...

- I have a Squirrel Name. I am She Who Pours Water from the Earth.

The squirrel that's been eating my food is bold as brass, and won't get scared off as easily as most squirrels would, but it gets really freaked out when I squirt water at it from a sport-top bottle.

- ( Swing dancing )

- ( events of the last day )

- ( on the plus side )

... is so much different here than in Dallas. And it really shouldn't be, I think, except maybe that this is more "my turf" and so I feel more inhibited, that I have a mold that I would be breaking out of, a social identity that doesn't exist in Dallas because there, I don't exist. And I don't care.

But I did come *this* close several times to just dropping my pool cue (yes, I played three games of pool at Zero) and just giving myself up to the music. Some awesome stuff. Much, much, much better than the dreck in December. Of course, I was given the impression that tonight was special, that tonight was a special gathering night or something.

Was propositioned, declined. With some practice I could become a decent pool player, maybe. Saw only a few people. Had a horrible urge to start spinning poi about 1am, closest I got to that was spinning my necklace around a bit.

It's time for my mid-afternoon siesta. My brain isn't working so good right now.

A belly-dancing class started last week. Damn, but learning a new dance style is a lot harder than I remember it. My shoulders hurt from holding my arms out, my thighs hurt from trying to keep my stance so low, and my tummy hurts from doing up-hips and down-hips. My instructor took 2 months to get belly-rolls, so I'm hoping for a year.

I finally figured out where the $2 theater is, so I went and saw Hitchhikers last week. I'm hoping to see Kung Fu Hustle and Kingdom of Heaven this week.

The nearest liquer store is something like an hour away. I'll just stick with buying Mike's Berry at the Junque.

I finally had the big emotional thing over the boy, so hopefully that's done with. Yay for being single again, and hopefully for a long time. Likely for a long time.

My dance notebook got rained on, again. Damn rain. Damn paper. Why can't they make water-proof paper? At least this time I only lost a half dozen dances, instead of several dozen dances collected over three or four years.

I've been really big into telling people my long term goals of late. Here goes... In three or fours years, I want: A truck with a topper, 4WD, ABS, AC, cruise control, a CD player, and a hitch. A trailer. A cat. Solar panels and a wind turbine. Flat-screen TV that doubles as a computer monitor, all implied energy drains powered by aforementioned items. A three panel mirror so I can see myself dance and spin poi.

I'm learning the Lilt, which is an awesome solo/performance reel done by lots of the Texas types! It's awesome! I can't wait to show off the first half to all of y'all back home!

- I wore a *gasp* short sleeved chemise (with elastic!) for the first time ever this weekend. I know I should feel horribly guilty, but hey, it was free!

- Late Sunday, when it was slowing down, I was singing Gamen/The Vulture (in English), and a patron walked by, stopped and listened, and said my singing gave him chills. He came back five minutes later and told me that, no, seriously, I should send a demo CD to American Idol. Heh, so much for keeping my ego in check. Now I need to learn *how* to sing, instead of just doing it, and how to blend and all that shit.

- I'm camped next to the same group of girls I was camped next to in Arizona. Yay, this'll rock!

- I'm making more money here than I thought I would. Woot! I'm getting dental work this summer!

- Every time I saw a flower person walk by I would miss my boy. *sigh* I miss my boy....

- I saw spanishbubbles on my trip here. That was awesome; it's amazing how you can not see someone for two years and pick up right where you left off (except for understanding lawyer-speak. Sorry, babe! I now understand how you felt when I'd talk about taxes!)

- If I seem to be posting stuff for the edification of all of y'all who read my journal, and it's not interesting, feel free to be like, "Hey, Deb, but what about Insert-Subject-Here?"

- It was awesome to see iarroganti again! Um. And gem_handler, and doveshadows, and dancingbearkat, and other familiar people too, but iarroganti was an unexpected surprise.

- I figured out why there's so much more dancing here than at other faires! It's because there aren't any dancing stage shows - no Morris dancers, no Royal Scottish Country Dance Society folk, only a few lone belly dancers.

- Ah! There's a picture of me from first day! Wow, but I look bad....

I just got back from Convergence. My Lacing Variations panel on Friday went really, really well. I am completely guesstimating attendance of 30-40 (total seating capacity for the room was 10 rows of 5, and most of the rows had 3-4 people), which, for 3:30 on a Friday afternoon, when most of America's vacation day is Monday, is really damn good, I think. Also, Shayne and crap-I-forgot-his-name-Dan?-maybe? from Xcentricities came and explained how to do training lacing for Victorian corsetry, for which I was very grateful, as I didn't know how to do that, and I-forgot-his-name added a good deal of humor into the presentation as well, which his something I'm horribly shitty at.

I went to a panel on LiveJournaling - "Discuss the positive and negative impacts of social lives moving increasingly online" - which was quite interesting, as it addressed many of the things I've been wondering about. Is this a Update-On-My-Life sort of forum? A Reveal-Inner-Bits-Of-Me forum? Should it be humorous writing, a way to work on my own writing skills, or ... whatever. So, that was really interesting, and I liked it lots, until one guy decided to use it as his own personal psychological dumping ground. Blech.

( I have a rant. )

Meh - to end on an amusing note, I guess I had an encounter with Drooling Fanboy this weekend. Apparently, D.F. is rather infamous for latching on to attractive women and following them at modest distances, staring. *giggles* I was waiting at the elevators with Renate, Robert, and Forgot-Her-Name-Too-Dammit-Robert's-S.O. (edit - Liz) when I vaguely noticed this guy standing next to the wall and looking in my general direction, and the others discretely tugged me closer over to them. When we got in the elevator, in trying to make more room for others to get in, I moved closer to D.F. and he apparently got this big ole smile on his face. Renate pulled me over to her, and Robert moved between me and D.F, making some sarcastic comment about how much D.F. liked that (he's supposed to be homophobic) and it was just really cute how protective they were. *giggles more* Anyway, D.F. is supposed to be harmless - he just looks, doesn't touch or even talk to the person, to my knowledge, but it was amusing anyway. Poor guy.