Dear apartmentmates:


You Love Me. Madly.
Oh yes, you do.









That is all.

I updated In Focus with 2 more pics.


Mike & I as gunslingers.


My mother told me that as a baby,
I looked like a monkey.

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In other news, my roomates and I roasted mini-marshmallows and made mini-s'mores over a little bonfire I lit last night in my room. We don't need drugs to be on crack. :)

My father, the flaming southern Baptist...

My father called today, kind of randomly. He's generally gotta get pretty damn depressed or bored to call me. We haven't spoken in over a month.

We got to talking about my classes and things and how I'm auditing women and religion. I told him about the field trip we're taking to the Walters Museum tomorrow and how we've had practitioners come in from different religious groups, including the Wiccan HP last week.

"You're not gonna become a witch, now are you?"

See. My father and I are taking the long, slow path in dealing with my religious beliefs. Last time, we had "You're not gonna become a pagan now, are you?" in which he stated that Pagans were demon worshippers who will all go to hell and we had to start at square one of defining what Paganism actually is.

So. Tonight, I had to define witchcraft. I used the standard Crowley version because it's fairly simple to understand, and used it to liken prayer, something he's comfortable with, to witchcraft. Prayer is basically directing your will/desire towards a conduit (ie-God/higher power/the universe/etc), to change a facet of reality. So by that, I was able to explain that prayer is a kind of witchcraft, and just because it has a scary name doesn't mean it's evil.

I don't think he got it, but he didn't argue like I expected him to.

Next step: introducing the pentacle as a sign of protection. I just have to figure out when. We don't see each other very often, so if I did it at Christmas, he'd likely take it as an insult and not hear a word I have to say. For me, it's not so much a fear of "coming out of the broom closet" as it is wanting him to understand it so it's not this scary, unholy evil. If we work step by step, maybe it'll seem logical, if not acceptable to him.

Meme

Anyway. sunflwgal posted an interesting meme in her journal.

Rules
1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ with the five questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed. And it just keeps going, and going, and going (hopefully!).

( The answers to her questions:Collapse )

Also, kuh is in a comm that I am a part of. Today, she gave me a "faceology" reading.

( The results of which were...Collapse )

Pretty cool.

Anyway, the apartment is quiet... everyone else is seeing Matrix Revolutions, which I'm seeing with Mike this weekend. I've got to scamper to bed early, because I have to get up tomorrow morning and study for a big scary grammar test. Eep.

On the plus side... the results of big scary science test? 88. Not bad for a science 'tard. :)