nine things of me
Ten to One Meme - Day Two: Nine things about me
1. The books in our house are (for the most part) shelved by category. The main categories are: photography, woodworking, fishing, world war II (history, technology), Asian studies, Irish studies, Greek studies, Native American studies, psychology, anthropology (general, archaeology, and miscellaneous culture studies), magic/witchcraft/occult studies, paganism, RPG gaming, mythology (general and miscellaneous), cookbooks and food history/culture, engineering, poetry, sci-fi/fantasy fiction, general fiction, children’s literature, and humor. Bonus points if you can match the interest with the spouse.
2. I am a tenth house Gemini Sun, Taurus Moon, Leo rising. Bonus points if that means anything to you.
3. My favorite fairy tale is The Seven Ravens. My favorite myths involve journeys to the under/otherworlds, including Orpheus’ descent. I wrote a modern retelling of each for my friend Isabella Rose’s Twisted Fairy Tales: Volume Two and Greek Myths Revisited anthologies. I’m really pleased with the stories and can’t wait for the publication to be released so I can link you all up in that.
4. I was published twice at the age of 12, in national print magazines (ha, children’s mags are not that selective among 12-year-olds.) Then I was published at 19, but didn’t know it, because I broke up with my boyfriend and forgot to send a change of address. Nine years later I queried the editor and found out the poem had indeed been published, but the magazine (broadside, really) was long-since out of print. I’ve never seen a copy.
5. When I was 18 my boyfriend taught himself astrology so we could have more in common. He told me my rising sign was actually Virgo, not Leo, and I believed him because he had a genius IQ and was way better at math than me (also this was before you could get horoscopes drawn online for free). I carried this knowledge around for weeks until it bore me down into depression, because the only traits of Virgo rising that I could see in myself were those I exhibited when I was in a depressive state and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. At one point I lamented, “I just don’t understand how I could have been so wrong for so long, what kind of an idiot am I?” - and my boyfriend confessed that he’d figured out weeks ago that he’d been wrong. He was just too ashamed to tell me. So, yeah, I can totally see this guy holding onto the first magazine (broadside) I was published in as an adult and never telling me he had it even though we remained friends for years and even reconnected on facebook, sort-of.
6. My cat is a Leo sun with a Leo rising (so, three times a cat), and I don’t need an ex-boyfriend to tell me that because I was around when she was born and also he was out of the picture by then. In fact, she was born one week before my brother got married and ten months after I started dating the God-King, so if I ever have to figure out how old she is I have a couple of good anniversary markers. She’s twelve.
7. The God-King wakes up before me and, without fail, he kisses me before he leaves the room. Except for six weeks in 2003, this is the first thing to happen to me every morning for over thirteen years.
8. I can’t ice skate because I have weak ankles. *shrug*
9. When I was a junior in high school I got fired from the yearbook staff because the teacher/advisor didn’t like me. My two best friends at the time were on the staff and knew it was going down but didn’t tell me. I was heartbroken. I had to skip that class period for the rest of the year (because, I mean, would YOU go?), and my friendship with those two people was never the same. In retrospect, I should have complained to the school, because yearbook was an elective class - you can’t get fucking fired from a class and, also, not liking a student is not justifiable. If I’d have been less emotional and more proactive, I could have had my parents and other teachers (who DID like me)back my case and at the very least made that teacher’s life fucking miserable. The best I could do at the time, though, was wish her ill will - which, I’m given to understand, she received, because her health deteriorated and I think I heard she got a divorce. I don't wish ill for many people, but this bitch deserved a shitty life.
I’ve included this because I’ve been in contact with one of those two ex-friends in the course of my professional life, and it’s been very nice to talk to and see him again, but it tends to bring certain things to the surface, like creeping into my dreams and prompting me to retell the story in truncated blog form to share with you guys. You're welcome. (hee)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. The books in our house are (for the most part) shelved by category. The main categories are: photography, woodworking, fishing, world war II (history, technology), Asian studies, Irish studies, Greek studies, Native American studies, psychology, anthropology (general, archaeology, and miscellaneous culture studies), magic/witchcraft/occult studies, paganism, RPG gaming, mythology (general and miscellaneous), cookbooks and food history/culture, engineering, poetry, sci-fi/fantasy fiction, general fiction, children’s literature, and humor. Bonus points if you can match the interest with the spouse.
2. I am a tenth house Gemini Sun, Taurus Moon, Leo rising. Bonus points if that means anything to you.
3. My favorite fairy tale is The Seven Ravens. My favorite myths involve journeys to the under/otherworlds, including Orpheus’ descent. I wrote a modern retelling of each for my friend Isabella Rose’s Twisted Fairy Tales: Volume Two and Greek Myths Revisited anthologies. I’m really pleased with the stories and can’t wait for the publication to be released so I can link you all up in that.
4. I was published twice at the age of 12, in national print magazines (ha, children’s mags are not that selective among 12-year-olds.) Then I was published at 19, but didn’t know it, because I broke up with my boyfriend and forgot to send a change of address. Nine years later I queried the editor and found out the poem had indeed been published, but the magazine (broadside, really) was long-since out of print. I’ve never seen a copy.
5. When I was 18 my boyfriend taught himself astrology so we could have more in common. He told me my rising sign was actually Virgo, not Leo, and I believed him because he had a genius IQ and was way better at math than me (also this was before you could get horoscopes drawn online for free). I carried this knowledge around for weeks until it bore me down into depression, because the only traits of Virgo rising that I could see in myself were those I exhibited when I was in a depressive state and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. At one point I lamented, “I just don’t understand how I could have been so wrong for so long, what kind of an idiot am I?” - and my boyfriend confessed that he’d figured out weeks ago that he’d been wrong. He was just too ashamed to tell me. So, yeah, I can totally see this guy holding onto the first magazine (broadside) I was published in as an adult and never telling me he had it even though we remained friends for years and even reconnected on facebook, sort-of.
6. My cat is a Leo sun with a Leo rising (so, three times a cat), and I don’t need an ex-boyfriend to tell me that because I was around when she was born and also he was out of the picture by then. In fact, she was born one week before my brother got married and ten months after I started dating the God-King, so if I ever have to figure out how old she is I have a couple of good anniversary markers. She’s twelve.
7. The God-King wakes up before me and, without fail, he kisses me before he leaves the room. Except for six weeks in 2003, this is the first thing to happen to me every morning for over thirteen years.
8. I can’t ice skate because I have weak ankles. *shrug*
9. When I was a junior in high school I got fired from the yearbook staff because the teacher/advisor didn’t like me. My two best friends at the time were on the staff and knew it was going down but didn’t tell me. I was heartbroken. I had to skip that class period for the rest of the year (because, I mean, would YOU go?), and my friendship with those two people was never the same. In retrospect, I should have complained to the school, because yearbook was an elective class - you can’t get fucking fired from a class and, also, not liking a student is not justifiable. If I’d have been less emotional and more proactive, I could have had my parents and other teachers (who DID like me)back my case and at the very least made that teacher’s life fucking miserable. The best I could do at the time, though, was wish her ill will - which, I’m given to understand, she received, because her health deteriorated and I think I heard she got a divorce. I don't wish ill for many people, but this bitch deserved a shitty life.
I’ve included this because I’ve been in contact with one of those two ex-friends in the course of my professional life, and it’s been very nice to talk to and see him again, but it tends to bring certain things to the surface, like creeping into my dreams and prompting me to retell the story in truncated blog form to share with you guys. You're welcome. (hee)
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.