I've not much time, so I'll gloss over details:

-School sucks, except for theatre
-I'm going to audition for the play
-Brad might be coming over this weekend to talk to my mom
-I'm very very tired
-I need sleep DESPERATELY

That's about it for now. As for the quote... well, someday I'll actually write the whole verse down and transfer it to the "Quote" section of my blog.

Ciao for now
Christyna
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Yes, I've changed a few things about my blog--like the little thing on the blue bar at the top of the screen, and I've started writing down quotes so that I have just one at the top of the page, generally in hopes that it will reflect either my craziness or the mood of the most recent post.

Hmmmm...not much happened today. Just school. Ugh. *dies* I hate school. Hate it with a burning passion. However, I've got two pretty good pictures going--a pretty cool interpretation of me (call me vain, but I am the subject of most of my pictures), and *my* interpretation of Emerald, a character Brad created, but that's not turning out as well as I had hoped when I started it. Oh well. Practice makes perfect. ^_^

I have yet to speak to my mother to try and educate her about Pagans like me, who are at the point where they need instruction by someone who knows what they're doing. I've actually been looking for a coven/instructor for nigh on a year or so now, and Brad is the first person to extend an offer that I know he won't go back on. So it's looking like Brad will be my mentor (I already consider him to be as such), but we need my mom to talk to him and decide wether or not she wants me to keep spending time with him. I think it's more that she just wants to get to know him so that she'll feel comfortable with me spending so much time with him more than anything else, but at this point, knowing that his intent is to educate me metaphysically, she should be informed of this and slightly educated herself so she knows just what we're doing.

I've been reading this poem called "Pearl". It's by an unknown author, the same one who wrote the epic poem "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight". "Pearl" is truly beautiful, in my mind. There's this one verse which will probably end up as a quote, but this is all I can remember of it:
"'Oh Pearl', said I, 'in pearls arrayed,
Are you the pearl whose loss I mourn?"
Yeah, pathetically little, but it was one of those verses that just struck me. What I can understand of it is that it's basically the musings of a man who lost this woman he loved, who was as precious to him as a pearl, and how he meets this beautiful woman on the road who looks just like her. They talk, and the verses I've gotten to seem to indicate that she is a nun, and though she loves how sweetly the man speaks, she's sworn herself to God and thus cannot be with this mourning man. It was translated by JRR Tolkien (and trust me, I saw how it was originally written, and it NEEDED translation).

*sigh* <--- That one's for you, Brad..... I hope we can see each other again real soon.

Ciao....

Ugh. School started today. Never a fun event for me, as school is generally not an enjoyable place for me, but I had to start it on my period. My second day, of all days, which is generally the day I have my "lady issues". And my "lady issues" get frikkin' baaaaaaaaaaaad. *sarcastic smile* Don't you just LOVE genetics? -.- Ugh.

I start the day with French. Ugh. Not that there's anything wrong with the French language; I love French, always have and always will, but I don't like trying to *really* learn something when I'm still waking up. And I take for*ever* to wake up. Ugh. But Madame Oyler is really cool. I think she'll make it worth waking up to random commands in French each day.

On the plus side, US History is looking like it's gonna be fun. Mr. Levi is the coolest damn teacher I've ever had. I can tell he's not the type to just lecture and lecture and lecture, and if he does, he'll make it INTERESTING (hint hint Mrs. Mawhinney, my 8th grade honors US History teacher, hint freaking hint). Yes, I have been in honors classes, and if I never see an Honors course on my class schedules ever again, I will die a very very happy student.

So now I know what the Fall Play is going to be, and I'm really excited, because I can get a one-up on it from a certain Metaphysical Mentor of mine. I want to be in it. I don't care if it's a boring-ass drama where people suffer horribly and kill themselves at the end (kinda like a Greek tragedy), I want to be in it. Mainly because I want stage time--no, NEED stage time. I really really need to perform on the UHS stage as more than an extra in one of the plays before the end of my high school career. Really really need to.

Hmmm... what else.... uhmmm.... I discovered that I get reeeeaaaalllllllly hungry in four class periods. I scarfed down my fried rice in record time, and was still hungry enough to finish off just under half of a baked potato with some butter, salt, and lotsa bacon bits. Either that, or I'll end up eating like a pregnant woman when I'm bleeding and don't have easy access to food during the school day. Hehe.... "eating like a pregnant woman"......

Uhmmmm.... errrrr.... I don't think there's much left to say. Mom's gonna stay at the dojo tonight, so if I end up reeeaaaally not feeling well enough to continue the class, she can just take me home. I think I'm gonna end up going home early--I know my limitations pretty well, and when I'm bleeding, my limitations are pretty.... well.... limited.

That's all. Bai all you peoples! Don't die!

Christyna
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Well, once again, I spent a day with Brad on Thursday, and once again, the events of that day are between he and I only. But we *have* determined that he should be my "metaphysical mentor", but that's only if my mom allows him to have contact with me again. I think she will; she's reasonable, and if we tell her that the reason we spend so much time together is because he is teaching me about this world I have been trying to learn about for so long, or in other words educating me even moreso about my religion, she'll allow it. And besides, she said (on Thursday night) that before I could spend time with him, she has to sit down and talk to him. But now the ball's in my court, and I have to kinda introduce my mother to the fact that this whole "Pagan" thing is not a "phase", and that I am serious about my beliefs, and since the only coven I know of in the area never got back to me about letting me join (because chances are, they use sex magick in their rituals that it's not good to get a minor involved in sex of any kind, magickal or no), and Brad's offering to teach me, and is willing to, it would probably be best if he taught me. She doesn't have to know about the technical things--how well our energies flow together, how the universe kinda threw us to each other (probably for this reason, amongst others), and all the other Pagan things that, though I hate to say it, she probably wouldn't understand--but she still has to know that that is his intention for me. Besides, he's supposed to take me to Pagan Pride Day on Sunday the 12th, so we definitely need to get that talk in.

In other news (even if you people didn't want to know), I "started" today. Which means in the next week or so, we will be able to begin to determine if I'm just anemic (*is still fervently hoping/praying for that*) or if I have something called endometriosis, or some other "lady parts" illness. Wouldn't suprise me if I do. *sarcastic* It's the new family trend! *groan* I can already feel a bit of a cramp coming on, but at the moment, it's not restricting my movement at all (of course, I'm sitting in a chair, so I'm not really moving anyway, but you know what I mean). *sigh* That's another reason I hate being female. I grew up not wanting to be a girl, then I got used to/accepted it. Then I started my period. Ugh. NOW I'm getting problems beyond all hell, and I'll probably end up like my cousin, who (if she ever wishes to have children) needs to have them early. Like, before she hits her really late 20's or 30. Which, of course, brings up the issue of "Does Christyna, the ultimate 'I'M NOT GOING TO BE MARRIED YOU SICK COMMITAL FREAKS' girl want children?" The answer, after much thought, is "Well, I'd like to have at least one of my own, for the sake of having a child, and knowing the joy *cough* that mothers always end up talking about. But more than one? Hell no! What are you, fucking crazy???????" I'm kind of hoping whatever I might have, if it isn't anemia, ends up making me barren/infertile. Then all I have to worry about is STDs.

So, now that I've made any/all of the males who read my blog utterly uncomfortable, LIFE SUCKS, GET OVER IT, WE NEVER GET OUR WAY, WE ALL HAVE OUR PROBLEMS SO DEAL WITH IT. Just a little message to someone. If you don't know who you are (and Brad, it's not you), then just post a little question in your blog, because said person has one.

Ugh.....My head's kinda spinning. Just a little. .......I hate periods.

Well, that's about all I can think of now. To all my friends who read my blog, I love you all, some of you more or in different ways than others. Be good, don't die, and treat people right, because you never know when you'll run into them again.

Much love to you all,
Christyna
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