Music: Pretend to Be Nice - Josie and the Pussycats
Thing of the Day: Taproot's on SALE!
Color: Khaki (joy, work clothes)

I had the most wonderful night last night. And now I'm off to go shop. I'll update this tonight after work.
On second thought- Nah. I am going to keep you wondering.

Adieu ::blows kiss::

So I'm up all night playing with Quizilla here are the results:



You're a Good Witch! Great! Congratulations, now
why don't you congure up a unicorn and fly away
to your dream world. That a girl....


Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
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Blessed Be! You're a good witch. People feel
great when they're around you because your
shinning aura touches theirs. You use only
positive energies in your spells and you only
cast to help others. Wear your pentacles and
crystales proudly!


Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
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You Are A Good Witch!


Are You A Good Witch or A Bad Witch?
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You are not a pissed off witch.


Are You A Pissed Off Witch?
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It's a witch! Burrrrrrn herrrr! (kidding!). You are
dedicated to your path. You understand the
tenets of the religion and are comfortable with
your beliefs. Blessed be.


Are you a McWitch?
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Novel Idea this.......


A REAL PAGAN


How much do you Really Know About paganism? (work in progress)
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You are genuine. You know the basics about wicca,
whether or not you practice it. You're
intelligent and knowledgable, and found this
quiz far too easy!


Are you a genuine Wiccan?
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You are An Eclectic. More Traditional
Wiccans and Witches may laugh at you, but you
just do whatever suits your fancy. Chalice?
Why not use a Dixie cup? You're likely to mold
together different practices, but watch out!
Your picking and choosing is offensive to some
cultures.


What Wiccan Are You?
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Take That Saradia! (someone's got a broomstick up her ass)


Third Level Wiccan - Though this is not offical,
you should consider yourself well rounded in
your path.


What Level Wiccan Are You?
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Ok, this one had one question..... I feel cheated

congrats. you really know wicca


are you a true wiccan?
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you are a pagan! you are deeply in touch with
nature and count magic second to this, you
respect the world as it is (wonderful) and
would get on with me. (im a pagan too!)


what type of witch are you?
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You're Tara from Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Which witch are you?
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Isis - Isis is the Egyptian primary goddess. She is
known for her

sharp wit and ambitiousness when she usurped her
throne

from her father. She is a regal, brave and proud
figure,

not to mention intelligent. When her husband Osiris
was

killed by his brother who had trapped Isis, she bid
the

servants to escape, taking along her jewels, and
she herself

left behind to confront Sate.


Who's your inner pagan goddess?
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You are the mystery woman


Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed


What Sign of Affection Are You?
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The ballad, I; I shun the world,    Its bustle and its noise, Its busy hasty rushing crowds    And bright consumer toys. Indeed, I sometimes like the old    Because it's not the new; And if you think that's strange or wrong,    I might not much like you. What Poetry Form Are You?

Ok, I just realized no one got that last joke unless they are a former Staff member of Treasure Valley Scout Reservation. Considering I don't really talk to any of them anymore, online at least, I'll explain.

The man who ran the Rifle Range (where they taught white suburban boys to shoot guns accurately.... hmmmm nah. Boy Scouts tend to be good guys, TEND mind you) Anyway, was Harold. Harold was old enough to be my Grandfather, and had always been part of my life at the Valley. He was only about 70 one day when he explained to the rest of the staff his dream. Harold wanted to die. But not just any old way. One of the nearby towns was called Paxton, where the police force was very very well funded for the tiny space they patrolled. They were notorious for catching you speeding or really in any misdeed. Harold, with the rest of the staff had a healthy loathing of the Paxton Police. His dream was to die of a heart attack pedaling a bicycle at 90 MPH being chased by the Paxton police. This became an inside joke, and well, I hope Harold gets his wish someday.

Shut up, the term "woods queer" does not apply here!

Music: Trisha Yearwood - She's in Love with the Boy
Thing of the Day: Friends
Color: Leaf Green


Last night I was kidnapped. And I loved it. Andrea took me out with her to meed Matt, and the infamous Krusty. It was a good time. Much better than sitting in my dorm room. I came back though and my hair smelled like cigarette smoke. (All night Andrea was so sweet making sure I was ok) So I took a shower and went to bed. Now, this doesn't sound so bad, but my hair dried while I slept, which led to my problem today. My head looks like it was attacked by crazed curling iron with the help of a psycho crimper. Yeah, it's bad. So I'm attempting to keep it civil with a clip and just swishing it all back into a twist.

Like my hair today, I'm up to no good. As my mood indicates I'm feeling Devilish! Of course my cohorts in mischief is the Princess of Mischief (Michelle) and Peaches. I'm on Peaches' radio show this afternoon Yay WDJM! And then the three of us are going to the gym, which should be hilarity itself. (We like to mock our fellow gym-goers Michelle: But I don't have the right gym clothes, I don't have those pants with the logo across my ass! )

So look for me today on the news (again) but traveling 90 miles an hour on a bicycle escaping the Campus Police's 6 SUV cruisers. Screaming "You'll never catch me coppers!".


Adieu ::blows kiss::

Music: The Sleeping Beauty Waltz
Thing of the Day: Epiphanys
Color: Gold

There is a memorial service on campus today for the Columbia and the Challenger. Christa McAulliffe attended here back in the day, and we have a yearly memorial. So all the people in my office attended. Leaving me in the office alone. Ok, lesson here people is don't leave me in an empty office with an automatic stapler and all the paper I could wish for. No good can come of this!

Music: Carole King - So Far Away
Thing of the day: Laughter (seriously my abs should be rock hard)
Color: Dusky Blue

I have only a vague idea what my current mood means. It's just a fun little word: Twitterpated
Heather and I have been looking for my current music (it's real title and singer) for two days, I would just like to note: I told you it was a Woman!

Almost went to Worcester but Aaron had other obligations (the point was to spend the night over at his place and commiserate) I wasn't going to go just to see Tim, things aren't right between us yet. Yet she says, ha. I'm not convinced things will ever be right. I don't think I really want them to be either. He's very sweet and very kind when he wants something but once you make one faux pas or step out of line once you have lost any standing in his eyes. I don't need friends like that, they're toxic.

I have been giggling all day. With the exception of Microeconomics, although there was smirking involved with the guy who sits next to me. There is this one kid who just refuses to accept that the economy works the way it does. Oh well, he'll learn. I giggled all through Effective Speaking too, Rani thought I was on something I think. Really I was just tired. Then I giggled through dinner and the comedian. (Take two midgets and call me in the morning). I started using this CitriShine stuff in my hair, even though today was a scruffy day. Do you ever have those? When you just can't seem to get up the energy to put on real clothes? I've been walking around all day in jeans and my FSC sweatshirt. And the black velvet bra, because well... it's so comfy but otherwise I was scruffy today. Hey, I should add that to the top list, what bra I'm wearing. We'll contemplate that later. Now it's time to turn out the lights and pretend we can sleep.

Adieu ::blows kiss::

Mood: See Imood Above!
Music: Andrea Bochelli - Per Amore
Thing of the day: Prozac
Color: Killer Barbie Pink


Ah well. The weekend.

Aaron got turned down, that sucks. Grant wasn't there. Tim's onto another girl. Why does this hurt me? I know in my head that he's cynical, shallow, selfish, conceited, and not even really handsome anymore, I like the facial hair. But then he was so sweet sometimes and gentle. Mali saw his webcam while fooling around with my AIM and didn't even recognize him. You know he told me he didn't want me, he did. But then he acted like I meant so much to him and he was just not able to say "go out with me". And then two days later I was no longer cute and annoying.... How can I not be confused? SIGH. Poor Aaron, Poor Me, Poor Panda (he can't see his liz for almost six months), What the fuck is wrong with the universe this week. Wait, let me look it up....
Well, according to Llewellyn, this week is for sweeping change and to watch money. Fine then. Don't tell me it's all because of the stars, it's my own fault this time huh? Guess I'll have to fix it then.

I'm trying to make plans with Aaron for Friday, he's in a funk. Of course he is, we both are. Life is not turning out the way we want it to and single life is definetly not as fun as it is advertised as. THAT DAY is coming as well. Panda had me help pick out the bouquet for his girlfriend, it's so sweet. So is TJ, seriously, he is always there to lift me when I'm down and he just goofs off to distract me. He is my god and I his goddess. In a purely platonic way thank you!

As for Friday, it rocked. Mali came (yay!), and we met Liz and Panda at Greendale where boxers and iced chai lattes were aquired. Then we went to Chicago, which is awesome!!! It only maintains that Catherine Zeta-Jones is amazingly talented and gorgeous. Mali and I agree that Rene looked better in Bridget Jones, but did well. Gere could have been done without, Archie Goodwin (Nero Wolfe's nephew) would have done splendidly. Saturday I went to work and then came home and watched snow fall and tried to get Aaron to give me updates on the Kelly situation. Then I quilted, which i do when I'm feeling lonely and want to watch old movies. I can't sew unless Gene Kelly is dancing on a blue screen. I bought myself a Cosmo to console myself that I didn't get to flirt with anyone who wasn't my little brother or female. As I drove home from work on Sunday I went along the lakes and thought that April would love this view. (she wants to do nature photography) The snowcovered landscape and the vast expanse of the late then the clouds. They were glowing again, red above the city. Some nights I drive along there after work or dropping Za off and the moon is so bright and full I can turn off my headlights and the world is still visible. Early mornings going to High School deer would routinely go across my path and you could watch the mists rise like wraiths off the waters. I remember back at the Valley, every morning the bus would go along the ridge and you could see the mist gathered in it slowly being burned off by the invading sunlight. Every morning to that view I would do my Daily Devotions. Now I mutter them along the way to class. I like the city, I really enjoy it, but part of me will be that country girl who looks up and weeps inside because the stars are barely visible. That girl who used to run around naming the chipmunks along the front drive. (ONLY CHILD with the nearest neighbor a mile away)

That's enough musing for today folks. On the morrow (which is really today)
Adieu