I picked up A Feast for Crows at the library today! Yay!!! I've also finished Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. Fanny rocks; I would have given in under all that pressure.

'Tis the season to raid my savings account and buy Hanukkah gifts. Of course, I only know what I'm buying for a couple people. I'm going to hope that for basketball games, halfway to the back in the upper section and dead center is better than halfway back in the lower seating but directly behind one of the baskets.

I'm coming up on 120k miles on my car - that means a new belts! Wheee! When I got my oil changed, they did a very thorough visual inspection, and pointed out that my power steering belt is cracked. So, once HRBlock training wraps up next week, I'm going to work through Adecco until the tax season gets rolling in Jan, and that should cover that.

I've been looking into fire deities, as when I did my first burn I felt awkward with lacking any knowledge whatsoever, and have realized that honoring Pele is definitely the way to go for fire poi, instead of going Classical, as that's what I generally feel more comfortable with.

I'm also starting to listen to music with a thought towards choreographing something for a specific piece. So far, I really like Pistolero by Juno Reactor (I have no idea which remix) - it varies between slow with lots of places where I could stall a lot, and a good fast pace that I'm comfortable with. I'm not very keen on the idea of spinning to music that has a steady 10 billion BPM through the whole song. However, for Pistolero I'd want to try and figure out how to pull off an Old West looking dance, so it might have to wait until I've choreographed a few other dances and have some sort of clue of how to go about it.

The roach population in the apartment is greatly reduced, I feel accomplished.

In the next week I'm going to try and hit more dancing things - belly dancing classes to try and get more comfortable with that, the local SCA group has their last dance practice of the year next week, and there's even a local ceili next Friday, woo!

It seems like one of the worst things to be called, out here in rennie-dom, is a carny. It is a referance to one's character, I gather. A stereotype of the difference between a rennie and a carny: A rennie still has most of his or her teeth.

... and it's true, in one case at least! My grandfather worked at a carnival for several years... in addition to having lost most of his teeth, he's a bigot, drunkard, and counterfeiter.

(Yay for Google! a search pulled up another difference as well - about three quarters of the way down the page. Hrm, need to check that story out some time.... sounds like it was writen from life.)

Yep, Robert's going to Iraq. He goes to Fort Bliss (El Paso Texas, near the Mexico border apparently) on the 20th, and will train there for a few months.

And that's about all I know.

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On a happier, random subject: In high school, Taco Bell (and Pizza Hut) served food at lunch, and I loved the chilitos. However, whenever I went to Toxic Hell and ordered a 'chilito' I just got a blank stare, so I learned to not order 'chilitos' but to order them by their proper name. However, when I bought two chili cheese burritos today, the guy called them chilitos! Yay!

I ate meat today twice. That's the first time in like two weeks, maybe a week and a half. Scary.