08 December 2006


I love this.


I love this.

06 December 2006

Tarot and the Opossum

You are The Hierophant

Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.

All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.

The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.

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Got that from Sarcastic Fringehead. I love surveys, what can I say?

There's this strange noise coming from outside that I can't quite identify. It almost sounds like someone in the apartment parking lot next door is opening and closing their doors over and over again. Or maybe someone's moving things around in a truck bed. But occasionally it sounds like it's right outside, in our driveway. As I'm the only one home right now, I'm a little curious. I've been outside a few times, and I finally decided this last time to take all of the cds out of my car. Because if there is someone trying to break into my car or my house, you'd better believe I'm not giving up those cds without a fight.

There it is again!!

Just went outside again with the boyfriend on the phone, and between the two of us a conclusion has been made. We've got a critter under the house. I kicked the side of the house (to try and state my dominance I guess) and I haven't really heard anything since. Maybe it's moved on? I DO NOT want to hear that noise again tonight.

Oh, there it went again. Damnit.

It's a possum!! What ugly little creatures! I'm all for animals and nature, but damn. Those things are creepy looking. Especially when you only see a pointy nose and a single paw sticking out of a vent on the side of your house.

At least I know what it is. I think he's stuck though. I'd like to go loosen that vent for him, but I really don't want to get near him. Or risk scaring him back under the house. This could turn out to be an interesting night.

04 December 2006


...to get out. To get out of the house, out of your own head for a little while. To have to wait for a friend to show up, which pits you alone against the world at a coffee house. To have to sit with nothing to read, no one to call, nothing to do but wait and look around you.

As promised, my friend has put me into a much better mood. I found out that I'm not the only person in the world who sometimes feels like a hermit. There are others that need to have friends who will poke and prod them to get out and enjoy. I've also been challenged to have an adventure in my life, which I hope will actually happen. I wonder what my adventure will be. A friend invited me to go on a hiking trip, and I'm actually pretty psyched about the possibility of that happening. Will a trip turn into the adventure I'll always remember? Or will it be something involving a relationship of some sort? What's going to jump start the life in me?

I've been addicted to Interpol lately. I just got Turn on the Bright Lights (yes, I know I'm behind with my music--that's what happens when you live paycheck to paycheck), and it's all I want to hear. I love those purchases that seem to be destined for certain times in your life.

Usually I find that if I'm trying to find something or figure something out I do better to just let go of it. I don't necessarily put it somewhere else, I just loosen my grip. And then somehow the solution comes. Maybe I should just loosen the grip on my life...keep my finger on the pulse just in case...but relaxing and enjoying things sounds kind of nice right now.

What a day

Well, I should know by now that when I tell a few people, "I don't do much at my job" my job's gonna suck the next day. Not so much suck as become very busy. Well wait, yeah, it sucked.

Basically it was an instance of a higher-up not knowing just how much work they wanted me to do in a matter of hours. Turning one pile of papers into four piles of papers makes for an eight hour day spent at the copy machine.

I also had my first lunch time aerobics class today. I think it gave me the energy I needed to barrel through some of those copies, but it did not make my stomach happy. I had to wait to eat an hour later than usual, and one just shouldn't do that to her body. Especially mine. My stomach knows when it's time to eat, and when I try to trick it it ends up in a horrible mood. So I did too.

Apologies for this rant. It's just been one of those days when nothing terrible has really happened but I'm ready to throw the towel in anyway. Know what I mean? Exhausting.

I'll be having coffee (or beer, oh the decisions) tonight with an old friend who always leaves me happy, so I'm sure my head will hit the pillow smiling tonight. I hope yours does the same.