it means the world to me that you called
Merry christmas, a little late, I know. But I'm sure if I had your number, I called you christmas day, left a message, was dissed by your network, or was tld your machine was full.
I really like doing that, it feels special to call people, and I enjoy reaching out.
Perhaps karma has something to it, because I got a special call Christmas day. Sir Ophiuchus, said he would call, and delivered on that promise with minimal fuss and maximum kindness. I can only try to say how this makes me feel. I don't think I am a saint, but I find with most people I reach out to them more than they reach out to me. This has soured relationships, and even dulled friendships. One time, when I excitingly told my roomate how this one person was so nice to call me before we hung put, and make sure I would be there to meet them, she told me how my previous relationships must have set my expectations too low. No wonder I was (perhaps still am?) Desperate.
But Sir Ophiuchus really makes me feel special. I was so touched when he called, I ran to the phone like a kid getting a call from Santa.
I love you.
Speaking of santa, I found myself making cookies and milk to set put, as well as doing other traditions, with a certain ammount of pride. It felt good to do these things, as it I found new apreciation for the basic rituals of culture. Which I think to some extent I have. My dad commented on the cookies, saying "someday you're going to grow too old for this right?" I told him I felt lucky to have a benevolent ritual to participate in, thinking of people who need a nightcap to sleep, or berate unbelievers as a matter of course. I should have said that I didn't put cookies out because I believe that santa will be at our house physically that night, a little peckish.I did it because a lot of childeren believe this,and want to believe this, and if I can participate in their world, I might make it more real for them, though they may never know my trifle offering. And a part of me wants to tap into their world, the hope, the smiles....the best part of my job is seeing a child get something, know they can do something, smile at something.
Shy kids making friends.
*thoughtful pause*
Back to christmas.
It started with me panicking as I tried to make my flight. I told my dad I needed three hours to get from work to the gate, but he could only find a flight where I had two hours. After waiting twenty minutes for a train,and a fourty minute train ride, I had ten minutes to figure out that the domestic airline we have never tried before (Virgin America) was at the last row pf international desks, their "easy check-in" computer won't give out passes when boarding occures in less than half an hour, and then of course) security.
I was the last person on my flight. But DAMN Virgin has advanced personal entertainment centers! The whole plane was new and improved. The default lighting was purple blacklights, the surfaces were all stormtrooper plastic, and, yes, personal entertainment centers at the back of every seat.
Thank goodness I brought my headphones.
It was awesome. I listened to many of my favorite songs (Les Mis) on their mp3 player, watched the Rachel Maddox show for the first time (she's fuhnay), and played doom. Sweet.
When I got home we had a holiday party, my grandmother bought me a nice shirt. And Comdoms.
Thanks grandma.
I have been taking our great dane, Hope, who is nine and very nice and sweet, on walks. Our border collie died, and joined her daughter in the memorial. Hope, we are told, is now very depressed and lacks energy. :(
However since I have come home she hasn't shown many signs of it. Maybe because I spend time with her. Besides my $om I am the most likely member of my family to treat pets as family members. We were all raised that way, I just feel it easy to extend personhood beyond human. What I am getting to is that I talk to her when we walk, which is good for both of us. She's a good listener, but her breath smells like cat poop.
On the solstice my mother took me to a meeting of the Grandmothers council, a local new age meet up. It was cool, I brought my cartomancy deck and three people asked for readings :D and one was a cute girl. I was offered a few compliments, recieved a blessing, discussed my dreams with a specialist, and met friends of my mother's. It was really nice to share this with my mom. Even though my sister is a girl, she couldn't stomach this stuff.
For christmas I got:
A call from the most wonderful man ever!
Socks and underwear.
Nice outfit and jeans (with a second belt, dammit).
The movie Airplane :P
A book on comic evolution and collecting, and one on wicca from my sister.
A set to make my own stamps and drawings for my cartomancy deck.
Waterproof gloves from my grandma.
Sents and self grooming kits.
Money.
And Terry Prachett's new book "Nations."
Considering this "lewt" I am sure my parents will let me take a train home :)
I have read a lot of the Codex Alera, and watched movies.
Fred Claus was good, and clever. Casting was impeccable.
Tropic thunder was funny.
Step brothers was cute.
Fido was amazing (Carrie-Ann Moss is a quite the lady).
Harold and Kumar go to guantanamo bay was prety funny. I can't wait to see Cho as Sulu.
Be kind, Rewind was really touching, but I was sad with how it ended.
I need to:
Write my story and lesson plan.
Get measurements for my roomate. She is making special and very awesome garments for her wedding. I am so honored and stoked to be in it.
Buy a ticket north.
Get my mom to sign my school contract.
It was good to get that all down.
Love you guys. And gals.
Best wishes for the new year.
I really like doing that, it feels special to call people, and I enjoy reaching out.
Perhaps karma has something to it, because I got a special call Christmas day. Sir Ophiuchus, said he would call, and delivered on that promise with minimal fuss and maximum kindness. I can only try to say how this makes me feel. I don't think I am a saint, but I find with most people I reach out to them more than they reach out to me. This has soured relationships, and even dulled friendships. One time, when I excitingly told my roomate how this one person was so nice to call me before we hung put, and make sure I would be there to meet them, she told me how my previous relationships must have set my expectations too low. No wonder I was (perhaps still am?) Desperate.
But Sir Ophiuchus really makes me feel special. I was so touched when he called, I ran to the phone like a kid getting a call from Santa.
I love you.
Speaking of santa, I found myself making cookies and milk to set put, as well as doing other traditions, with a certain ammount of pride. It felt good to do these things, as it I found new apreciation for the basic rituals of culture. Which I think to some extent I have. My dad commented on the cookies, saying "someday you're going to grow too old for this right?" I told him I felt lucky to have a benevolent ritual to participate in, thinking of people who need a nightcap to sleep, or berate unbelievers as a matter of course. I should have said that I didn't put cookies out because I believe that santa will be at our house physically that night, a little peckish.I did it because a lot of childeren believe this,and want to believe this, and if I can participate in their world, I might make it more real for them, though they may never know my trifle offering. And a part of me wants to tap into their world, the hope, the smiles....the best part of my job is seeing a child get something, know they can do something, smile at something.
Shy kids making friends.
*thoughtful pause*
Back to christmas.
It started with me panicking as I tried to make my flight. I told my dad I needed three hours to get from work to the gate, but he could only find a flight where I had two hours. After waiting twenty minutes for a train,and a fourty minute train ride, I had ten minutes to figure out that the domestic airline we have never tried before (Virgin America) was at the last row pf international desks, their "easy check-in" computer won't give out passes when boarding occures in less than half an hour, and then of course) security.
I was the last person on my flight. But DAMN Virgin has advanced personal entertainment centers! The whole plane was new and improved. The default lighting was purple blacklights, the surfaces were all stormtrooper plastic, and, yes, personal entertainment centers at the back of every seat.
Thank goodness I brought my headphones.
It was awesome. I listened to many of my favorite songs (Les Mis) on their mp3 player, watched the Rachel Maddox show for the first time (she's fuhnay), and played doom. Sweet.
When I got home we had a holiday party, my grandmother bought me a nice shirt. And Comdoms.
Thanks grandma.
I have been taking our great dane, Hope, who is nine and very nice and sweet, on walks. Our border collie died, and joined her daughter in the memorial. Hope, we are told, is now very depressed and lacks energy. :(
However since I have come home she hasn't shown many signs of it. Maybe because I spend time with her. Besides my $om I am the most likely member of my family to treat pets as family members. We were all raised that way, I just feel it easy to extend personhood beyond human. What I am getting to is that I talk to her when we walk, which is good for both of us. She's a good listener, but her breath smells like cat poop.
On the solstice my mother took me to a meeting of the Grandmothers council, a local new age meet up. It was cool, I brought my cartomancy deck and three people asked for readings :D and one was a cute girl. I was offered a few compliments, recieved a blessing, discussed my dreams with a specialist, and met friends of my mother's. It was really nice to share this with my mom. Even though my sister is a girl, she couldn't stomach this stuff.
For christmas I got:
A call from the most wonderful man ever!
Socks and underwear.
Nice outfit and jeans (with a second belt, dammit).
The movie Airplane :P
A book on comic evolution and collecting, and one on wicca from my sister.
A set to make my own stamps and drawings for my cartomancy deck.
Waterproof gloves from my grandma.
Sents and self grooming kits.
Money.
And Terry Prachett's new book "Nations."
Considering this "lewt" I am sure my parents will let me take a train home :)
I have read a lot of the Codex Alera, and watched movies.
Fred Claus was good, and clever. Casting was impeccable.
Tropic thunder was funny.
Step brothers was cute.
Fido was amazing (Carrie-Ann Moss is a quite the lady).
Harold and Kumar go to guantanamo bay was prety funny. I can't wait to see Cho as Sulu.
Be kind, Rewind was really touching, but I was sad with how it ended.
I need to:
Write my story and lesson plan.
Get measurements for my roomate. She is making special and very awesome garments for her wedding. I am so honored and stoked to be in it.
Buy a ticket north.
Get my mom to sign my school contract.
It was good to get that all down.
Love you guys. And gals.
Best wishes for the new year.