Random, and mostly useless, update.

So, I'm still pretending to be Rumpleteazer. Still working. Still mostly enjoying work, for a wonderment. Actually hanging out with friends every now and again. Discovering that I really like baking, especially if I can blast showtunes and dance around while I do so. Working the theater again, as a stage manager. The director is someone who actually likes me, too, so hopefully I'll get to finish this one. Finally got around to both cleaning my room, and actually hanging stuff on the walls. Ran across a collection of the songs Hugh Laurie sang when he was still doing A Bit of Fry and Laurie. Laughed hysterically at "Little Girl." Still as funny five hundred times later... Re-watched a handful of movies, which led to me finally figuring out part of why I have such unrealistic expectations for romance. Shrugged it off and went on dreaming. At this point in my life, I'm all right with holding out for the Baron, really. (If you don't get the reference, go watch The Cat Returns. It's fabulous.)The fun part about expectations is that they can always be lowered later in life... And on that depressingly cynical note...

I feel the need to babble further about Rumpleteazer. So. The thing about Cats is that it was based off of a T.S. Elliot book called "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats", which is a collection of poems about the various different types of Jellicles. All Andrew Lloyd Webber did was to take those poems (along with a couple others not in the book, such as Grizabella's song, mainly to give the illusion of a story.) and turn them into songs , which he strung together into a semi-story that all takes place over the course of a day. Which is all very well and good, until you realize that leaves idiots like me with absolutely no back story. Now, I've more or less created my own (killing off random characters as it suited me. I'm mean to my characters...), but it makes it A: difficult to explain to people who haven't read the poems and B: way too easy to Mary-Sue. And while I think I've managed to avoid that for the most part, I don't really like the feeling that it could happen at any point. And the sad thing here is that only people who actually know me would be able to tell, since they'd be the only ones who could possibly notice that Teazer's manner and style of talking/writing matches mine almost perfectly. Having said that, though, I actually don't think she and I are all that alike. Admittedly, there are some very similar speech patterns (go figure), but she is a lot more open and loving than I could ever be, and far better at living her life. She's a lot better with people, which is sort of sad, considering she didn't meet a human until she was midway through her teens (Sort of. Ages are tricky, because of what I've done with them.), and she spent years of her life on the run from a monster (more on that later) and able to trust basically no one, then her own family kicked her out because of said monster, and she's still better at meeting new people than me. Says a lot about the both of us, really...
So, a couple of backstory bits. First, the age thing. The thing is, I'm working with three different numbers here, and I'm not really sure which one is accurate, or even what one of them should be. See, there's cat years, and human years, and whatever the deal is with Jellicles and their aging process. Now according to Teazer's Facebook page, her birthday is May 24, 1987. This is the birthday she officially picked for things like applying for a job/ getting a licence/ all the other human stuff you'd need a birthday for. She picked it because the date meant something to her (Presumably, anyway. I'm not really sure yet.), not because it had anything to do with when she was actually born. Officially, therefore, in "human years" she is twenty three years old. Okay. Then you've got the cat years. Cats, obviously, don't keep track of when they were born. Dates aren't really important, and they don't celebrate birthdays. In cat years, though, she'd be roughly three and a half years old. Jellicles, meanwhile, have an entirely different way of looking at things. Basically, they don't celebrate birthdays or keep track of dates, much like cats. However, they celebrate important moments. For example, the first time a kitten goes out into the human world, in search (usually) of a job. They put a lot of stock in independence, and in the ability to make one's own way in the world, but also in how one fits with the family. So numbers are tricky.
Then there's the matter of the... whatever it was that attacked her and prompted my entire story. And that's the thing. I haven't the faintest idea of what the beast actually was. *sigh*
Anyway, I am officially rambling, and I've been writing this post for literally weeks now, so I'm going to shut up.

Goddess Bless,

Charlotte