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I was reading through an old diary of mine from eighth grade earlier today. I very much want to journal well. I'm just not very good at it. I read other people's and they just seem so much more interesting than mine, although I think it has more to do with the way they're written than with the content because I consider myself to be a more interesting person than many of the people I know. But that could just be because it's my life.
I'm finding myself with all my usual springtime weirdnesses the past few days. Wanderlust, fervent Red Bull consumption, etc. Strange because it's still only February and quite snowy, although the sun has been out. The weather actually hasn't been too bad, not what I'd prefer but At least sunny.
I'm reading this book called Aztec which I like pretty well. I've always been interested in the Aztecs and various other peoples of the general region (and South America as well) and although the book is fiction I'm still learning quite a lot. It's interesting to me reading about all the various sacrifices and such. The one I read about yesterday, although I don't recall what it was called, was particularly gruesome: The victim is killed in the usual manner (removal of the heart) and is then decapitated and skinned. The smallest priest present (who has been prepared ahead of time with alcohol and hallucenogic mushrooms) then wears the skin (including the head and with the feet removed) and dances around and taps people with the thighbones for good luck (!) for four days, during which time the only time he can stop dancing is if he passes out, which he's allowed to do. I was struck by that ceremony. I think that little bit of information will stick with me.
I'm finding myself with all my usual springtime weirdnesses the past few days. Wanderlust, fervent Red Bull consumption, etc. Strange because it's still only February and quite snowy, although the sun has been out. The weather actually hasn't been too bad, not what I'd prefer but At least sunny.
I'm reading this book called Aztec which I like pretty well. I've always been interested in the Aztecs and various other peoples of the general region (and South America as well) and although the book is fiction I'm still learning quite a lot. It's interesting to me reading about all the various sacrifices and such. The one I read about yesterday, although I don't recall what it was called, was particularly gruesome: The victim is killed in the usual manner (removal of the heart) and is then decapitated and skinned. The smallest priest present (who has been prepared ahead of time with alcohol and hallucenogic mushrooms) then wears the skin (including the head and with the feet removed) and dances around and taps people with the thighbones for good luck (!) for four days, during which time the only time he can stop dancing is if he passes out, which he's allowed to do. I was struck by that ceremony. I think that little bit of information will stick with me.