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tabular_rasaIt's been three years since I started my story. Three years . . .
Today was a good day, I think.
I got my car fixed today (er, rather, Mom went in and got it fixed for me ^_^) and so now I have turn signals and Joey's dad doesn't have to hunt me down and kill me, lol . . .
I got to school to find that I was made Fairy in the play (no, Kristina, not A Fairy, just Fairy . . . lol). I'm basically a somewhat ditzy chronic liar who just wants attention and to be loved. I like it ^_^ and the girl who is playing evil chick made a good evil chick, so I am not bitter, lol . . . I do feel bad for Sydney, though; she didn't get a part and she's done a lot more with drama than some of the freshmen Mr. Ong cast. She was crying.
In World History Richard and I got in another conversation about religion again, because we were in the library working on our reports. It was a lot more casual than the ones I usually have . . . with Liz I'm always serious and spiritual, and then with a lot of people (ie ones I know to be very devout), it's usually me avoiding invoking their fundamentalist wrath by denying my worthiness to God or something (yes, *sigh* I have no backbone), or just agreeing . . . *Nods head.* Yet with Richard, who's a complete atheist, we were just being sort of cynical, and were having fun with the "three rules for starting a religion": Don't predict the Second Coming, your own immortality, or the end of the world-- oh, and also, don't try to say that we live in the center of the earth. They already tried that one.
Speaking of worthiness to God, I had a rather disturbing dream last night:
It doesn't bother me all that much; I can tell it was perfectly literal (note to self: don't think too much about religion before bed), and literal dreams are not symbolic dreams (after all, I had a completely accurate depiction of the Shrieking Shack, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs in the form of me, Jamie, Jessica, and Tiffany-- I still so want to call in the Dream Doctor on Magic 95.7 about that-- maybe I should call him in about this, too . . . hmm . . . ), which are usually the time you have to pay attention to. Besides, it was a bit nightmarish.
Anyway, I dreamed I was like the reincarnation of Mary, as in the Virgin Mary, Jesus's mom . . . which already sounds blasphemous. So, as in the Bible, this angel came to me, in the dream (Didn't he come to her in a dream? Or was she conscious? Or did he just "come to her?" and they don't specify? I am so Bible illiterate-- oops, see, there I go again with the unworthiness . . . ), and told me I was going to be impregnated with the Lord's child, and I would be giving birth in 9 months, etc, etc, as a virgin. So I'm like, "Okay . . . I suppose this is pretty cool . . . and somewhat believable since it already happened to Mary, so people won't think I'm a total lying slut." So time passed in the dream, and it came time for me to give birth.
This is the really, really disturbing part that made me just a little bit freaked out. I didn't get to give birth. This crazy leader of a fanatical Christian cult showed up, and said something about how since this was the Second Coming, Jesus was going to have to burst out of my head, violently, because He's supposed to be all wrathful the second time around (which always has really scared me anyway . . . I like loving Jesus so much beter . . . ), and like fully grown on a horse-- very definitely a mixture between Pegasus coming out of Medusa's head and Athena bursting out of Zeus's.
So they cut my head off so that Jesus could get out, and I woke up, and my neck really hurt.
Cult-like religious explanation: It was a sign from God and I am carrying Jesus who really will be wrathful-- or maybe just a Satanic parallel. In any case, I should prepare for both pregnancy and painful death.
Logical explanation: I was thinking too much about religions, including Greek myths, before I went to bed, and then I did something to my neck in my sleep. I should sit back, relax, and drink some nice milk before I go to sleep next time . . .
Anyway, that freaks me out. I didn't like that so much.
In English, we're reading King Lear. I am his buddy that he gives five days to high-tail it out of the kingdom after he politely tells him he's too harsh to his daughter. Senile man. King Lear rather reminds me of Dr. Inglefield. Hmm . . .
I also drew a huge parallel to Harry Potter . . . the Black family. Three daughters, one gets kicked out . . . and one in favor defends and ALSO gets kicked out (ha ha, I'm Uncle Alphard!!!). I'm trying to see if there's any way to connect Edmund ("The Bastard") and Edgar (I am still so bitter about not getting to be one of the sons with the cool names . . . I love those names . . . and you can add in Edwin and Edan . . . all those Eds . . . ) to Regulus and Sirius, but no such luck, yet.
I don't want to do my Economics test at home. Poopy.
I think I will go get some chocolate and eat it in vast quantities, Remus-style. Yea for Tae Kwon Do fundraisers.
Today was a good day, I think.
I got my car fixed today (er, rather, Mom went in and got it fixed for me ^_^) and so now I have turn signals and Joey's dad doesn't have to hunt me down and kill me, lol . . .
I got to school to find that I was made Fairy in the play (no, Kristina, not A Fairy, just Fairy . . . lol). I'm basically a somewhat ditzy chronic liar who just wants attention and to be loved. I like it ^_^ and the girl who is playing evil chick made a good evil chick, so I am not bitter, lol . . . I do feel bad for Sydney, though; she didn't get a part and she's done a lot more with drama than some of the freshmen Mr. Ong cast. She was crying.
In World History Richard and I got in another conversation about religion again, because we were in the library working on our reports. It was a lot more casual than the ones I usually have . . . with Liz I'm always serious and spiritual, and then with a lot of people (ie ones I know to be very devout), it's usually me avoiding invoking their fundamentalist wrath by denying my worthiness to God or something (yes, *sigh* I have no backbone), or just agreeing . . . *Nods head.* Yet with Richard, who's a complete atheist, we were just being sort of cynical, and were having fun with the "three rules for starting a religion": Don't predict the Second Coming, your own immortality, or the end of the world-- oh, and also, don't try to say that we live in the center of the earth. They already tried that one.
Speaking of worthiness to God, I had a rather disturbing dream last night:
It doesn't bother me all that much; I can tell it was perfectly literal (note to self: don't think too much about religion before bed), and literal dreams are not symbolic dreams (after all, I had a completely accurate depiction of the Shrieking Shack, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs in the form of me, Jamie, Jessica, and Tiffany-- I still so want to call in the Dream Doctor on Magic 95.7 about that-- maybe I should call him in about this, too . . . hmm . . . ), which are usually the time you have to pay attention to. Besides, it was a bit nightmarish.
Anyway, I dreamed I was like the reincarnation of Mary, as in the Virgin Mary, Jesus's mom . . . which already sounds blasphemous. So, as in the Bible, this angel came to me, in the dream (Didn't he come to her in a dream? Or was she conscious? Or did he just "come to her?" and they don't specify? I am so Bible illiterate-- oops, see, there I go again with the unworthiness . . . ), and told me I was going to be impregnated with the Lord's child, and I would be giving birth in 9 months, etc, etc, as a virgin. So I'm like, "Okay . . . I suppose this is pretty cool . . . and somewhat believable since it already happened to Mary, so people won't think I'm a total lying slut." So time passed in the dream, and it came time for me to give birth.
This is the really, really disturbing part that made me just a little bit freaked out. I didn't get to give birth. This crazy leader of a fanatical Christian cult showed up, and said something about how since this was the Second Coming, Jesus was going to have to burst out of my head, violently, because He's supposed to be all wrathful the second time around (which always has really scared me anyway . . . I like loving Jesus so much beter . . . ), and like fully grown on a horse-- very definitely a mixture between Pegasus coming out of Medusa's head and Athena bursting out of Zeus's.
So they cut my head off so that Jesus could get out, and I woke up, and my neck really hurt.
Cult-like religious explanation: It was a sign from God and I am carrying Jesus who really will be wrathful-- or maybe just a Satanic parallel. In any case, I should prepare for both pregnancy and painful death.
Logical explanation: I was thinking too much about religions, including Greek myths, before I went to bed, and then I did something to my neck in my sleep. I should sit back, relax, and drink some nice milk before I go to sleep next time . . .
Anyway, that freaks me out. I didn't like that so much.
In English, we're reading King Lear. I am his buddy that he gives five days to high-tail it out of the kingdom after he politely tells him he's too harsh to his daughter. Senile man. King Lear rather reminds me of Dr. Inglefield. Hmm . . .
I also drew a huge parallel to Harry Potter . . . the Black family. Three daughters, one gets kicked out . . . and one in favor defends and ALSO gets kicked out (ha ha, I'm Uncle Alphard!!!). I'm trying to see if there's any way to connect Edmund ("The Bastard") and Edgar (I am still so bitter about not getting to be one of the sons with the cool names . . . I love those names . . . and you can add in Edwin and Edan . . . all those Eds . . . ) to Regulus and Sirius, but no such luck, yet.
I don't want to do my Economics test at home. Poopy.
I think I will go get some chocolate and eat it in vast quantities, Remus-style. Yea for Tae Kwon Do fundraisers.
