Since starting my Hebrew class the events in the Bible seem suddenly to be an interesting history, rather than a dogma, and I am actually reading through the Bible with a feeling of peace, rather than skepticism or defiance. After Mr. Nelson's explanations of how the Puritanical translations deduct a lot of meaning from Biblical passages I find ( Read more... )

How do I turn him down? I mean, I'm all for fringe lifestyles. A bisexual polyam-curious blonde artist can't be too dismissive of her fellow oddballs. But the man is quite creepy, bringing up his tendencies toward nudism in many conversations. (Those who live as they truly are tend to be very blasé about most things... I don't go about telling ( Read more... )

I have re-entered teenagerhood, six years after exiting it. I have waited like a girlish chit for a phone call from Loren since Saturday and caught myself this afternoon. I'm more amused with myself than disgusted, and spent the afternoon floating on air. I received a "love note" from a friend of mine (plationic my fellows,) and realized that I am ( Read more... )

I made the mistake of watching a ghost hunting show on the SciFi channel, and reading The Raven aloud at lunch today. Coupled with the fact that it's October and the fact that I'm housesitting in a place that's far too large for one person I'll be huddled under the comforter tonight jumping at the smallest scratch. I've lived in haunted houses most ( Read more... )

Please, someone tell Loren to get out of my head. I've been deep in an infatuation stage since March, and it's only intensified since his girlfriend has unexpectedly come back after her college dropped her major. A plague upon weak women who cling to men, and a plague upon physical desire masquerading under intellectual idealism.

...Goddess I want ( Read more... )

I spoke to my mother, and after twenty minutes of discussion she had agreed to give up alcohol for a year. I've been with her the past few days watching her out of the corner of my eye; she does not exhibit the tendencies of an alcoholic at all. It is a relief to see that it was just my past worries come to colour the present. Still, she did agree ( Read more... )

It's nearly 3 PM. I've done nothing constructive.

The bad thing is about a weekly schedule that runs from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep is that on your days off you are nothing but apathetic. I don't want to do anything that requires brain power but have at least three hours of homework ahead of me (yes, on a Saturday,) as well ( Read more... )

Tuesdays are the Day from Hell. Up at six, school/work until five in the afternoon, brief respite, class from half seven to half ten. Bed by midnight. I should be dog tired and bloody exhausted, but instead I feel exhilirated. My class this evening is Hebrew, and I love it fiercely.

I had started taking it as a whim; we need at least four credits ( Read more... )

The funky things about myself that make me feel that I can survive "Whyoming":

• I like to drink teas that are deep, dark, and a little bit metallic-tasting. Yunnan Bo Nay tea is one of my favourites, found in an Asain market in El Cerrito, CA.
• I use the Legend tarot deck which I have had since I was eighteen and know so well that I believe it ( Read more... )

I have come to the conclusion that after this school year is over I will try to leave Wyoming for good, even though it will be hard to find a place where my credits will transfer with less than half a degree earned. This place is just far too close-minded. As a young woman I am a second-class citizen. I am from a long line of women that held ( Read more... )