Well well well
Let's see... Haven't updated in a while and I'm glad to say that I'm stable now. Yay! I bought a cross from the ren fair yesterday. It's just a plain, black, iron cross, but I almost feel tied to it. It has an awesome story behind it too. Aaron was working the armoror's booth at the fair this year, so we went to visite him. He said "You can't afford anything in here execpt a cross. But you'ld like the story, go read it." So he pushed me over to the story and I read it. That's what made me buy a cross. You see, this kind of cross was made for the Crusaders out of scrap iron, because all the presious metals were going to finance the wars. The solders would wear the crosses under their armor and they would rust in their sweat, leaving a stain. This mark remained even if they were captured by the Muslims and striped of everything. The mark of their faith remained with them. That's romantic, and beautifull and just plain nice. So I went up to Aaron and said "Sell me a cross." To which he replied, "Ooookay, ... buy a cross." Again I said, "Sell me a cross," but this time I gave him the $10. "Okay," he said as he picked one out for me and put it around my neck, "sold!" And he kind of ran away. It was funnEEEEEEEy. Yay weird friends and history fettish!