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In other news, I am really fucking sore. Like holy fuck sore. Also I woke up at a quarter to one when I was supposed to get up at nine and work. 'Cause I couldhave gotten up at nine JUST FINE but I didn't. So now I'm going to stop slacking off, get some lunch/breakfast because I finished all my pizza last night with the help of Alison, and start working. Program first, then papers.
It's kinda funny...in my cellphone's messages, the first message is from Dan saying that my greeting is the most depressing one he's ever heard, and the second message is from Liz saying that my greeting is awfully somber. Remind me to change that greeting, because people hear the greeting more often than me because my phone is always dead or not with me. But I've been pretty good about charging it and carrying it lately. Haha, Alison is totally right that this relationship is good for me. :P
I get a huge kick out of my StumbleUpon toolbar, by the way. If anyone ever wants some totally random sites to brighten their day, I can hook you up.
It's a nice day. Alison and Justin both invited me to their Easter dinner type things, but I declined partly because I do have a lot of work to get done, and partly because I realized that my family hasn't really been a huge one for Easter, and I wouldn't exactly know what to do. I mean, we get Easter baskets with chocolate and candy and little stuffed creatures--remind me to open my Easter box that came in the mail Friday :D--but it's not really a whole...thing like Christmas is. I mean, Christmas we do Advent, and we even went to the church services before we moved to CT. The only time I can clearly remember going to church on Easter is sophomore year when I went with Lindsay; she was Methodist and thought my family showed an apalling lack of faith. Good Friday didn't have anything to do with Jesus' death, it just meant that we would get chocolate on Sunday; Easter didn't have anything to do with Jesus' resurrection, it just meant that we got chocolate.
It was a little weird to be in church that day. It was one of the ones on Main St, Baptist I think. There was a lot about Jesus coming back to life and how that was pretty much the whole point of Christianity. I like Jesus, I'm sure he was a great guy as they go, but pre-death Jesus is the person who has the most meaning for me. The resurrection just doesn't do it for me. I'm not saying that the standard Neopagan God-Goddess-wheel of the year thing makes any more sense from a logical standpoint than Christianity's Trinity-resurrection thing. I mean, come on. The Goddess goes from Maiden to Mother to Crone and then back to Maiden through the course of a year, and somewhere during all that marries and then gives birth to the God; and while the God is the Holly King half the year and the Oak King the other half, simultaneously he is dying, being reborn, and then marrying his mother-consort. I mean, if you look at it that way, that's weird. I mean, I do need to brush up on my Neopagan wheel of the year events since ASC disbanded, but that's the basic gist. Is the idea that the Holy Spirit (God) impregnates a mortal woman, who then gives birth to Jesus, the Son (also God), who then performs a bunch of miracles, dies, is resurrected, and rejoins his Father (also God), really so much weirder than that? Not to mention if you actually want to go into various cultures' true traditions and beliefs as opposed to just looking at the Neopagan conglomerate, you'll find some weirder things.
So why can't I get along with Easter? I can get along with Christmas just fine, and I'm not talking about the ratio of presents here. Easter just doesn't speak to me the same way other things do; I get no personal meaning from it. I mean, it's the same with some of the Neopagan holidays too. I love Beltane, Samhain, Mabon, and Yule, but I've never been able to get a feel for Imbolc, Ostara, Lammas, and Lughnasadh. Ask me to write a ritual for the first four and I could probably do it with a little research; ask me to write one for the other four and I would simply have no inspiration. I mean, it's hard to celebrate Beltane without a partner or partners, and it's hard to celebrate Mabon without a harvest, and I don't like celebrating holidays alone in the first place, so I haven't actually done anything for any of them in a couple of years. But I'd like to.
Anyway. It's 2:14 so I'll probably go to the Grill instead, and I really need to get started on my work.
Aaand now it's 2:30 because I replied to Lis's comment instead of getting dressed. She suggested I visit for Beltane. I wish I could, because that would, honestly, be awesome. I probably shouldn't miss classes, but I could. It's just a long drive for someone with neither license nor car to make, and while I can convince myself that I could miss the classes I would miss and be fine, that's a certain practicality I just can't get around. Hee, this reminds me of sneaking out without day permissions in Lauren's mom's car for Yule that one time.
Anyway: the redux. I can no longer convince my stomach that food is on its way in a few minutes, I swear, so I'm going to go eat and then actually get started on my work, because I promised myself I would get all my work done this weekend. That way it'll be done and I won't be such a hypocrite telling Liz to do her drafting work next week.
The Remus Lupins have really shuffled their songs around. I need to get their CDs before they disappear and leave me without my favorite wizard rock music. Why can't I teleport yet?! That way I could've just popped over to their CD release party in LA, and I could just pop up to Beltane, and Liz could just pop up to see Kaitlyn when they each had a free hour or two instead of having to leave time for driving. Oh well.
In other news, I am really fucking sore. Like holy fuck sore. Also I woke up at a quarter to one when I was supposed to get up at nine and work. 'Cause I couldhave gotten up at nine JUST FINE but I didn't. So now I'm going to stop slacking off, get some lunch/breakfast because I finished all my pizza last night with the help of Alison, and start working. Program first, then papers.
It's kinda funny...in my cellphone's messages, the first message is from Dan saying that my greeting is the most depressing one he's ever heard, and the second message is from Liz saying that my greeting is awfully somber. Remind me to change that greeting, because people hear the greeting more often than me because my phone is always dead or not with me. But I've been pretty good about charging it and carrying it lately. Haha, Alison is totally right that this relationship is good for me. :P
I get a huge kick out of my StumbleUpon toolbar, by the way. If anyone ever wants some totally random sites to brighten their day, I can hook you up.
It's a nice day. Alison and Justin both invited me to their Easter dinner type things, but I declined partly because I do have a lot of work to get done, and partly because I realized that my family hasn't really been a huge one for Easter, and I wouldn't exactly know what to do. I mean, we get Easter baskets with chocolate and candy and little stuffed creatures--remind me to open my Easter box that came in the mail Friday :D--but it's not really a whole...thing like Christmas is. I mean, Christmas we do Advent, and we even went to the church services before we moved to CT. The only time I can clearly remember going to church on Easter is sophomore year when I went with Lindsay; she was Methodist and thought my family showed an apalling lack of faith. Good Friday didn't have anything to do with Jesus' death, it just meant that we would get chocolate on Sunday; Easter didn't have anything to do with Jesus' resurrection, it just meant that we got chocolate.
It was a little weird to be in church that day. It was one of the ones on Main St, Baptist I think. There was a lot about Jesus coming back to life and how that was pretty much the whole point of Christianity. I like Jesus, I'm sure he was a great guy as they go, but pre-death Jesus is the person who has the most meaning for me. The resurrection just doesn't do it for me. I'm not saying that the standard Neopagan God-Goddess-wheel of the year thing makes any more sense from a logical standpoint than Christianity's Trinity-resurrection thing. I mean, come on. The Goddess goes from Maiden to Mother to Crone and then back to Maiden through the course of a year, and somewhere during all that marries and then gives birth to the God; and while the God is the Holly King half the year and the Oak King the other half, simultaneously he is dying, being reborn, and then marrying his mother-consort. I mean, if you look at it that way, that's weird. I mean, I do need to brush up on my Neopagan wheel of the year events since ASC disbanded, but that's the basic gist. Is the idea that the Holy Spirit (God) impregnates a mortal woman, who then gives birth to Jesus, the Son (also God), who then performs a bunch of miracles, dies, is resurrected, and rejoins his Father (also God), really so much weirder than that? Not to mention if you actually want to go into various cultures' true traditions and beliefs as opposed to just looking at the Neopagan conglomerate, you'll find some weirder things.
So why can't I get along with Easter? I can get along with Christmas just fine, and I'm not talking about the ratio of presents here. Easter just doesn't speak to me the same way other things do; I get no personal meaning from it. I mean, it's the same with some of the Neopagan holidays too. I love Beltane, Samhain, Mabon, and Yule, but I've never been able to get a feel for Imbolc, Ostara, Lammas, and Lughnasadh. Ask me to write a ritual for the first four and I could probably do it with a little research; ask me to write one for the other four and I would simply have no inspiration. I mean, it's hard to celebrate Beltane without a partner or partners, and it's hard to celebrate Mabon without a harvest, and I don't like celebrating holidays alone in the first place, so I haven't actually done anything for any of them in a couple of years. But I'd like to.
Anyway. It's 2:14 so I'll probably go to the Grill instead, and I really need to get started on my work.
Aaand now it's 2:30 because I replied to Lis's comment instead of getting dressed. She suggested I visit for Beltane. I wish I could, because that would, honestly, be awesome. I probably shouldn't miss classes, but I could. It's just a long drive for someone with neither license nor car to make, and while I can convince myself that I could miss the classes I would miss and be fine, that's a certain practicality I just can't get around. Hee, this reminds me of sneaking out without day permissions in Lauren's mom's car for Yule that one time.
Anyway: the redux. I can no longer convince my stomach that food is on its way in a few minutes, I swear, so I'm going to go eat and then actually get started on my work, because I promised myself I would get all my work done this weekend. That way it'll be done and I won't be such a hypocrite telling Liz to do her drafting work next week.
The Remus Lupins have really shuffled their songs around. I need to get their CDs before they disappear and leave me without my favorite wizard rock music. Why can't I teleport yet?! That way I could've just popped over to their CD release party in LA, and I could just pop up to Beltane, and Liz could just pop up to see Kaitlyn when they each had a free hour or two instead of having to leave time for driving. Oh well.
