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lathrielWell, working at feel rite is nuts. i don't do anything, but i'm working almost full time, and i'm still working 2 days a week at tuesday morning. gah. i'm so fucking being on my homework/classes. shite.
now, for anyone who believes that you rot when you die, or that spiritual mediums are demon posessed witches who'll burn in hell, please don't read on because i don't want to offend you, and if you believe strongly about it i don't want you to tell me how wrong i am, because i believe strongly in the following (which is not a psychic reading. it is a consultation with a NYS certified clairvoyant and spiritual medium).
anywho, i went to see gretchen saturday, my mother's friend and a medium in Lilydale. got a big hug from gramps and a kiss from zelda. i miss em :( but they're doing better. even eddie was there :) my preciouses.
apparently i've been trying to do the impossible. it really never occured to me, since i don't actually go to classes, that i'm a full time student and i'm working full time too. maybe that's why i still haven't started the bible class and have only read half a book for the other and still need to do homework and a research paper for the other and... ahh my head hurts.
k so i got myself into this mess though so i'll just crack down and do it.
anyway, focusing on hiking the appalachian trail and traveling all over the world and trying to write a 7 book epic isn't exactly helping me get my life in motion. not that it's not, but i need to slow down. so the dead say.
and goody goody my cat won't die if i leave her to go away to new paltz. i will miss her, but i'd rather dorm the first semester so i can meet people.
no word on scott and me, so we're either so obviously amazing there's no sense in mentioning it, or we're so tragically doomed there's no way to prepare for it.
but grandpa j told scott he liked him, which is a good sign.
apparently mr. rybicki has been moving things around essie's house for fun, but i can't tell essie that because she thinks you rot when you die so that'd probably just upset her.
ok. kaitlyn, your dad said something about fudge, and something about dropping and breaking a plate. gretchen wasn't sure if fudge was on the plate, if the plate broke when he was alive, or if he's going to drop a plate. so if a plate mysteriously drops and breaks that's him.
they were both happy.
so, that was the first reading i've had where i actually cried. it was strange because i didn't cry so much when my grandfather died or after Zelda was put to sleep, but knowing they were right there, but still not... i don't know i got all trembley lower lip and frowny sniffling. i still miss them.
oh, and if i ever meet a guy named Robert (not Rob or Bob or Bobby) who's 5'10" and good looking and has hair a little lighter than mine, i'm supposed to run away. ooooooh.
ok, well, i should go back inside and help the fam. adam and karen are visiting :D
now, for anyone who believes that you rot when you die, or that spiritual mediums are demon posessed witches who'll burn in hell, please don't read on because i don't want to offend you, and if you believe strongly about it i don't want you to tell me how wrong i am, because i believe strongly in the following (which is not a psychic reading. it is a consultation with a NYS certified clairvoyant and spiritual medium).
anywho, i went to see gretchen saturday, my mother's friend and a medium in Lilydale. got a big hug from gramps and a kiss from zelda. i miss em :( but they're doing better. even eddie was there :) my preciouses.
apparently i've been trying to do the impossible. it really never occured to me, since i don't actually go to classes, that i'm a full time student and i'm working full time too. maybe that's why i still haven't started the bible class and have only read half a book for the other and still need to do homework and a research paper for the other and... ahh my head hurts.
k so i got myself into this mess though so i'll just crack down and do it.
anyway, focusing on hiking the appalachian trail and traveling all over the world and trying to write a 7 book epic isn't exactly helping me get my life in motion. not that it's not, but i need to slow down. so the dead say.
and goody goody my cat won't die if i leave her to go away to new paltz. i will miss her, but i'd rather dorm the first semester so i can meet people.
no word on scott and me, so we're either so obviously amazing there's no sense in mentioning it, or we're so tragically doomed there's no way to prepare for it.
but grandpa j told scott he liked him, which is a good sign.
apparently mr. rybicki has been moving things around essie's house for fun, but i can't tell essie that because she thinks you rot when you die so that'd probably just upset her.
ok. kaitlyn, your dad said something about fudge, and something about dropping and breaking a plate. gretchen wasn't sure if fudge was on the plate, if the plate broke when he was alive, or if he's going to drop a plate. so if a plate mysteriously drops and breaks that's him.
they were both happy.
so, that was the first reading i've had where i actually cried. it was strange because i didn't cry so much when my grandfather died or after Zelda was put to sleep, but knowing they were right there, but still not... i don't know i got all trembley lower lip and frowny sniffling. i still miss them.
oh, and if i ever meet a guy named Robert (not Rob or Bob or Bobby) who's 5'10" and good looking and has hair a little lighter than mine, i'm supposed to run away. ooooooh.
ok, well, i should go back inside and help the fam. adam and karen are visiting :D
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Date: 2004-07-25 07:00 pm (UTC)Just curious.
Really, I'm not being an ass, I just want to know your opinion as to where the line is drawn, and if they do ascend to some higher spiritual realm how that plays with the base organism which is constantly cycling in new cells as it progresses with its life and... migraine. Meh.
Now as per precedent I'll insert a quasi-pertinent line from my asinine story.
"Was this the meaning of life, our raison d’etre? Time went on and on, never turning around, always moving toward the next thing. And he realized that we were indeed a society of living breathing cells, acting out their existences and choosing in whatever capacity was available to them, all within the framework of a livelihood that they adhered to that they may live another moment—oblivious to the purpose they served to the complex organism with which they were codependent, both ideologically insignificant and functionally indispensable to the other. For, if one of his cells died he would not be noticeably affected, and likewise his own death would probably have little bearing on the life term of this single cell. Was either’s purpose that which it served to the other, to the whole of its species? No, not solely—Dirk could easily isolate a single piece of this world, unhitch it from the causal stew of existence, but it would still be what he perceived it to be by limitless causes, exacting infinite effects on the remainder of reality. Of course we could only identify with things based on their similarity to us, pinpoint meaning based on their influence on our own affairs."
-Cheese out, until we finally shall chill again. BUBYE!!!!!!!11
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Date: 2004-07-26 05:41 pm (UTC)as for the hanging out, i seriously wish i could hang out with people, but i need to basically fit two semesters in between now and mid november in order to get into new paltz and i'm also working two different jobs, accumulating 42 hours a week :/ i will give you a call some time, though, i promise.