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Some Real Nonsense Writing written @ 2:56 PM on May 19, 2003 Boy, this weekend was exhausting, but I had a good time up in Columbus. Who knew so many New Age shops could be crammed so tightly together on a few streets? I tell you, there must be hundreds of neo-pagans hiding in their closets, because they're surely not surviving on the purchases of OSU's PSA. On the psychic front, there have been some developments between posse members, but out of respect for them, I will not relay the details here. I do think, however, that Christine is in over her head, and that is all I will say on that for now. As for me, I picked up the stones I purchased at Pearls of Wisdom and really feel strong connections to them. I'm thinking I have to rebury all my stones when the new moon comes. And my Tarot cards have been feeling particularly electric since I began storing them away properly in my scarf and box. A furious spirit landed in my room last night just as I was going to bed. I mean, goddamn, was it angry. It was so pissed off that it induced some fear in me. I was afraid for a few minutes that it was going to do something rash, but instead it was just seething in fury until I fell asleep. I think it was the same one that had been watching me from the lawn after I had dropped off Jessica at home. *** I began exercising today. Uggg. Don't ask me what finally initiated that desire, except I had been toying with it for a few months. I happened to look down one day and saw a gut; I think that's what did it. *** The pool has been officially opened in the backyard. Yay! *** I want to paint. I need to do art. It's coursing through my blood and inflaming my psyche. There was a project I started in the backyard last year against my fence, and I want to go back to it. I mean, I want to start from scratch, but I like working in the spot I picked last summer. If only the weather would get a little warmer for me to work comfortably. *** I was cleaning my room today and found the original novels I wrote from the fifth grade by accident (I hid them from prying eyes and inadvertently forgot where I put them), the ones that loosely resemble the behemoths I've written today. Laughing, I paged through the three books (my novels had originally been just a trilogy), written in the best of my chicken scratch on diary books, and was astounded by how far I have really come with my writing, how much imagination I had as a kid, and how many characters I've added and struck-- not to mention how many names I've changed-- since those three books. In those three diary books, I staked so much hope, creativity, and passion fused on each page. I remember how my hand use to fly through those pages, how I would skip homework just to write a powerful passage, and how I refused to let my parents see what I've written. I still won't let them read my stuff. Somehow I'm more content to let total strangers judge them. I guess that's because my mom always used to call what I did "nonsense writing." That still stings because those three little books meant so much to me, and they are the reason why my series stands where it is now. When the Great Delete occurred last summer, I think my mom finally saw how it killed me to see my books gone. Now that I think about it, she hasn't called it "nonsense writing" since. *** Spent the day working on my resume and tying up some further loose ends. My resume is finally done; now all that needs to happen is to get my photos from the sets this year developed, and for Kristin to call me back and let me know when she wants to meet me downtown at the theater. *breathes a sigh of relief*
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