:D

8D


Well, that's a load off my mind.
Didn't do perfectly, but at least I didn't have to play the hardest parts.


Time to get to work!

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Shit, I can't handle this. I can't live with this sense of impending doom.

Therefore, I'll just live for Monday. Thank the powers that be for Labor day. And Ikea, to which we are taking Hawky dear as a birthday present :D

You had better be able to go :D



Quail apologizes for being remiss in her posting duties. Regular updates will resume (with alarming regularity) after the future has lightened up a bit. e.g. when auditions aren't 2 days away.

Thanks, guys!

So, as many of you know, Hawk is now officially one year older.
So she'd like to thank the people who wished her happy birthday.

Thanks to the advent of speed communication such as Facebook and AIM, she has a LONG list of people who wished happs. An extremely long (around 100?) list. People who she hadn't talked to in YEARS popped up on her wall.

So really, this is an appreciation post. I <3 you all for taking the 15 seconds to scribble a few sentences, to which I feel obliged to post on (some of) your wall(s) and blog about, siphoning about 30 minutes of my own time. Thankyew fairy mooch.

Anyway, my thoughts on getting older.
What the heck can you do at 17 that you can't do at 16? :\

Impending doom!!

School starts tomorrow.

So what shall I do with my today?

Experiment the effects of Tiger Balm upon potential zits.

That is all.

Mood Swings

I have quite a bit to write about a fascinating Joel Stein article on how success in the Olympics ought to be judged.




However, I can't wrap my mind around the disappointing baton drops by BOTH the U.S. 4x100 relay teams.

The shame.

I also hate the college application process. Not that I have foraged siginificantly far enough to legitimately claim that I have in fact "started."


On a completely different note, I have now defined "wargle" to mean the action of a wombat eating watermelon. Why "wargle"? Well, lately I've determined that eating watermelon gives me a stomachache. Maybe I eat too fast. And "wargle" seems to be onomatopoeia for pain. And if the great hawk is in pain, so ought to be the insignificant (delicious) wombat. (Do hawks eat wombats?)


Expect a more content-filled post later. Maybe it will be a little more unidirectional than this one.

..but maybe not.

IT'S ALIVE

YES THE THING I WAS WORKING ON AT WORK WORKED!

AND WORK = FxD!


Okay, enough chatter about work now.

Hmm, Quail is having serious anxiety attacks about upcoming seating auditions. It's not so much that I want a good seat; it's more like I'm concerned that I can't learn the notes in time. The conductor is as intimidating as they come.

Quail is also concerned about lack of self-control and will. RAWR. MUST FIGHT ON!

Though today was quite fun. Sometimes it's great just to leave work early and go to the swings at the park before going home. Listening to music and swinging as high as the swings will go.....
That's what I call a good time.


OH NOES SUMMER IS ALMOST GONE DDDDDD:

Revelation

There is something that we here at the Eyrie must reveal to you readers. Even our innermost circle--the faithful ducklings who lean on F5 in hopes of a new post--do not know this nugget of information, an invaluable scoop about our foundings. But we at the Eyrie feel that it is your due as our readers to know this.

You see, Hawk was not originally called Awkward Hawk.

Her name was to be none other than Thrusting Thrush.

Her signature was not to be clumsy moments and awkward silences, but rather smooth dance moves.

Please observe.


Hawk apologizes for the horrible quality, as it was captured with her lovely little webcam.