Ch-ch-ch-changes.

I cut my hairs, and dyed them too.  See icon.  That's pretty much it, with shorter hairs in back.  I also bought sunglasses, so the icon's even more accurate.  yay.  Also, I got this laptop named Archimedes which makes me all kinds of happy.  That was a couple of weeks ago.  I've all but stopped using my desktop computer entirely.  It's so much easier to write on this little thing, and it's tiny.  Acer Aspire One, linux flavour.  <3s  What else.  Oh, and I finally got a cell phone.  That was actually a couple of months ago, but it's been a long time since I've done an update.  I'm all up to date, until they come out with something else.

I haf also bin going on dates.

It's true.  I don't actually like the brand new first date feeling, and I don't particularly like the boring could care less if we hang out tonight feeling.  If I could bottle the middling "we've been dating for a couple of weeks and I still like having you around" feeling, I'd be set for life.  I know there are people who swear by that first flustery butterfly-y feeling of nervous excitement, but I'm not one of them.  I like it for two seconds until I think what a load of bullshit they're just as scared as I am, and then I start thinking about scooping them up and gently depositing them just outside the front door like they're a little spider I've got to man up and get rid of.

Which is probably not you know, the right way to think about it.

HOWEVER.  I have been finding this recent bout of dating to be nice and relaxed and just the right amount of exciting, and I think it's because I don't give a shit about making Impressions or Presenting Myself.  I just want to hang out, do stuff, have coffee, talk, and as long as that's what they want too, I'm cool.  It's like dating for friends that may or may not eventually kiss you when you wink at them.

I have also been writing.

I wrote a short story, 3200 wds, a week or so ago.  I like it.  But I need to write more often if I'm ever going to like, have any chance at all of hitting the right editor with the right story.  It's so subjective and hit or miss sometimes that I've really come to terms with rejection (I say that now, having never been rejected - let's just sit back and see what happens).  I know it happens.  I know it's like a bunch of stuff hitting all at once.  But you still think, if it's good, it'll sell no matter what, and the truth is, if you don't find the market for it, it won't sell, no matter how good it is.

I may be wrong.  In fact, I probably am.  Things are too complex for anyone to ever be right about anything.

But anyway, I'm satisfied with the story.

I need to write more Rosebush though.

I got a very nice compliment on book one the other day from wyndhover, which I won't repeat because I'm not writing this in order to convince anyone of anything.  She had a lot of good criticism that I'm going to take into account when I'm editing, and lots of nice things to say, and now I'm all pumped to write more of book two. 

And I want a tattoo.

I've always said I could never get a tattoo because I'm too fickle.  I'd get it and the next week bemoan it, wondering how in the world I ever thought getting a picture of a snake winking while eating an apple was a great idea.  However, I've put a lot of time and love into my book, which features black birds, and I think it might warrant some permanence.  I love black birds anyway, so it's not something I wouldn't otherwise like.  I need to find a design, and I'm open to suggestions.  I prefer a bird in flight.  And I need to decide on where.  The choices are the underside of my left wrist and the nape of my neck.  I know the wrist one will hurt a lot.  That's ok.  I def do not want an armband, navel circle, hip, ankle, or tramp stamp tat.  I could deal with a forearm one, but it's not in my top choices.  The design itself should be small and black only.  Suggestions?

I will probably be going up to visit shovel_bum so's we can get tattooed together.  Since I'm a virgin and all.  If that doesn't work out, I will con someone else into going with me.

Oh yeah, music.

I have to write some stuff for this year's compilation.  I've discovered I really love recording.  Or maybe it's just the Nice Package guys.  I'm psyched to be working with them.  I wanna get famous and turn other studios down in favour of working with Jason and Damon again.  :-D  For this one, I'm torn between Brokenland Parkway (aka Jibbsey's Song), Star girl (working title), and Clean Air Act (aka that song where you sing about killing animals for love).  So we'll see. 

Happy rainy cold, humans.