I'M BACK!!! *pops through the ceiling* Um...I apparently disappeared for over two weeks? I blame this all on school and the craziness of life (which I might talk about sometime--maybe).
If you didn't even notice I was gone...that's okay. I'll get over it. Eventually. *sniffles* :P
It just so happens that today is a special day. No, not the anniversary of the invention of chocolate. (Though that's arguably more important.) (But anyway.)
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! *customary glitter explosion*
This may seem like a terribly narcissistic post, but if you think about it, it's really not. (Well, mostly. *cough*) I mean, people throw birthday parties for themselves all the time and the invitees usually feel obligated to bring that person presents. So yeah. That makes this seem mild in comparison. ;)
Anyway. I'm not doing this just so everyone knows it's my birthday. (I mean, you already remember that from last year...don't you?? *squints suspiciously*) I'm just doing this because I had such a fun time putting together a birthday celebration last year.
Oh sure. Because that's totally believable.
*groans* Who invited YOU, Lieutenant?
I don't need an invitation, love. I just naturally assumed everyone would be flattered with my presence.
Naturally. *rolls eyes*
Well, don't let me interrupt your egotistical celebration of your birth. This shall be quite the interesting show.
It's not egotist--oh, never mind. You wouldn't listen to my reasoning anyway.
// Q&A //
Anywho! Shoot me all your questions, o bookdragons! (But don't actually shoot me because that would hurt.)
Way to ruin the fun.
Ahem. *withering glare in character's direction* In addition to the Q&A, I also have a few other festivities planned.
// Quiz //
I put together a fun little "how well do you know me?" quiz. Basically, it's a test to see how good of a stalker you are.
I tried to do a fancy quiz through Typeform, but they had to make all the features I needed not part of the free account. *grumbles* So you get a lame link instead. xD
A lame link to a lame quiz. It fits.
// Music //
Look at that, you actually made a correct statement. *claps*
Oh wow, you actually made yet another annoying comment. Look at you.
I'm very skilled in that department.
A few things:
a) Yes, I do realize I'm singing super quietly. THERE'S A REASON. xD
b) D7, G7, and E7 chords are the worst. (Thus my failure during the chord transitions...hehe.)
c) Again, terrible video quality. I promise I'll give you a decent video one of these days.
// Writing //
Because for some reason, this cake shop scene I wrote in Moonlit Mirror popped in my head. (This post is so random. *uncertain chuckle*)
/ / /
She shoved open the door to the shop and was hit straight-on by the scent of orange and vanilla. She inhaled deeply, letting the aroma ease her frustration. With a sigh, she allowed herself to take in her surroundings. It was quite a bit smaller than she had thought, based on the exterior. Dozens of shelves lined every spare inch of wall space, and each one was filled with cakes of every imaginable variety. Quadruple layer chocolate cakes, leaning blue and pink towers of frosting (with what she assumed was cake somewhere underneath it), and miniature loaves oozing purple berries. There was a white cart rolled into the center of the room. It was laden with sprinkles, glitter, and strange glowing stars.
Charlotte took a step toward the cart, but her foot slipped on the slick tile. Gasping, she flailed her arms in a desperate attempt to steady herself.
Thud. She fell onto her backside, her skirts poofing in the air like a hot air balloon. She groaned and struggled to her feet. That was the second time in three days that she had fallen down and made a fool of herself. At least no one saw me this time.
“Ah, g’day, Miss Davidson!”
Charlotte jumped and noticed with dismay that a man in a stained smock was standing right in front of her, smiling expectantly. She attempted to smooth out her skirts, only to realize that they were smeared with icing. She winced. I don’t even want to know how much of it is on my backside…
She cleared her voice and attempted to salvage what little dignity she had left. “Good day, sir.”
“Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry about the frosting.” The tall lanky man bent over and began to wipe the floor with her skirts. She jerked them out of his hands in horror.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
He blushed and fumbled with a rag in his smock’s pocket. “Sorry, sorry. So terribly sorry. Dreadfully sorry, madam.”
He uttered about five more apologies before Charlotte finally grew impatient. “We’ve already established that you’re sorry.”
“Oh, I am sorry.”
He finished wiping the pink confection off the tile and awkwardly ran a hand through his wild shocks of blond. “You must think me terribly oafish. I’m sor—I mean, I didn’t wish to inconvenience you, Miss Davidson.”
Charlotte crossed her arms. “How do you know my name?”
The man adjusted round spectacles on his nose, his eyes growing wide in realization. “Oh! That!” He chuckled. “Lieutenant Bradshaw informed me of your need for a cake. He said you would be coming down shortly.”
Oh, splendid. Now she had the Lieutenant watching her every move.
“Is there any particular cake you would like?”
Charlotte shoved her annoyance aside and turned her attention back to the peculiar worker. “What do you have?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you want?”
She exhaled sharply and forced a smile. “Perhaps I could tell you if you described your menu.”
The spectacled man scratched his wild head of hair. “Oh dear…but I’m afraid you don’t quite understand. I have to know what you want before I can tell you what I have.”
“What on this blasted earth are you talking about?”
He shrugged and set to wiping the floor again with her skirts. She yanked them out of his furiously-scrubbing hands and received another round of apologies.
“The floor’s already clean.”
He laughed nervously. “Oh, I thought so. I was just making sure.”
/ / /
Figures that you wouldn't include a snippet with me in it.
Sorry, I didn't want to give everyone nausea.
I'm quite sure they already have it after reading this disastrous post.
*sticks out tongue*
That concludes my birthday celebration post for this year! I hope you all enjoyed my kind-of-but-not-really-narcissistic post.
Now...GO FORTH AND EAT CAKE.