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I still haven't gotten around to that sleep I need. But:
I am fed
I look damn fabulous as a pirate
***Despite not having garbshoes
I spent something like eight and a half hours just hanging out and chatting with Conor and LezzieBeth
***They fed me pizza
***And we watched the first eight episodes of the Venture Brothers (Go team Venture!) and Dr. Horrible
The weather got nice
And some other stuff that I don't feel like talking about here, mostly because it's not my tale to tell. But ohh, hanging out is going to be lovely fun the next few weeks. I look forward to it.
Apropos of nothing, I randomly pulled a tarot card today, for the first time in ages. My proper tarot deck is wrapped in sheer black cloth and one of my ponytail holders and lives under my pillow, but I don't often do things with it, mostly because I don't actually know how to use it.
I continue to stubbornly make up my own meanings for the cards --this afternoon, I pulled The Tower, which brings to mind submission (see: Vienna Teng's song by the same name), with an undercurrent of strength. This evening, I pulled four cards, two of staffs, seven of pentacles, nine of cups, and strength. The feeling I got was the counterbalance of strength (strength, and the staffs) versus an overabundence of temptation (the cups). I am unsure how the pentacles fit in, though thinking back, it may be a reflection of my spirituality being on the uprise.
The theme of strength is particularly interesting to me, however. I shall have to think about that. I can't help but wonder if I may have been drawing for a friend this evening, instead of fully myself.
I may also have to start looking up the actual meanings of the cards, but it's not like I read them --I shuffle them, then place seven face down, and flip the eighth. Butyeah. Tarot, woo.
I am going out for a walk now, to enjoy the weather.
~Sor
MOOP!
I am fed
I look damn fabulous as a pirate
***Despite not having garbshoes
I spent something like eight and a half hours just hanging out and chatting with Conor and LezzieBeth
***They fed me pizza
***And we watched the first eight episodes of the Venture Brothers (Go team Venture!) and Dr. Horrible
The weather got nice
And some other stuff that I don't feel like talking about here, mostly because it's not my tale to tell. But ohh, hanging out is going to be lovely fun the next few weeks. I look forward to it.
Apropos of nothing, I randomly pulled a tarot card today, for the first time in ages. My proper tarot deck is wrapped in sheer black cloth and one of my ponytail holders and lives under my pillow, but I don't often do things with it, mostly because I don't actually know how to use it.
I continue to stubbornly make up my own meanings for the cards --this afternoon, I pulled The Tower, which brings to mind submission (see: Vienna Teng's song by the same name), with an undercurrent of strength. This evening, I pulled four cards, two of staffs, seven of pentacles, nine of cups, and strength. The feeling I got was the counterbalance of strength (strength, and the staffs) versus an overabundence of temptation (the cups). I am unsure how the pentacles fit in, though thinking back, it may be a reflection of my spirituality being on the uprise.
The theme of strength is particularly interesting to me, however. I shall have to think about that. I can't help but wonder if I may have been drawing for a friend this evening, instead of fully myself.
I may also have to start looking up the actual meanings of the cards, but it's not like I read them --I shuffle them, then place seven face down, and flip the eighth. Butyeah. Tarot, woo.
I am going out for a walk now, to enjoy the weather.
~Sor
MOOP!