I bring you salutations from between the Emerald Pillars!
That was a very pretentious way of saying hello (hermeticists should get it, perhaps no one else will.) Generally I prefer a more casual brand of intelligence, rather than intellectualism.
I sort of have an overgrown teenage exterior, on the inside a will of steel. I can hang out with my teenage nephew & watch TV or listen to Queens of the Stone Age, or I could discuss Swinburne & Nietzsche.
I am currently in the process of transferring my old blog over to here, and some of the themes I will be talking about are these:
- Counting Crows (although probably not as much as I have been, since due to currently being unemployed I have no money for concerts.)
- Tarot (used to be quite proficient, am trying to get back into it, but a little rusty.)
- Books, TV, movies, music (all kinds.)
- Knitting & Crocheting (I hope someday to obtain a digital camera so I can show off my work.)
- Insomnia (I have a tendency to stay up till six or seven in the morning. I am going to attempt to do less of this in the New Year--though not eliminate it, I have too many things to do and sometimes it is the only way to get anything done.)
I have been exploring LJ, and I've already joined many communities. I think I am going to like it here.
The next entries after this one will be transfers from another blog, which end a little before Xmas, these will be labeled, "Blog Transfer Entry" to differentiate between my regular entries.
So here is what has been going on between my last blog entry & now:
I went up north to my oldest brother’s house, where he lives with his girlfriend, her teenage daughter, and his fancy parquet floor that you can't walk on in shoes. This is the brother I don't care for, but I went and made nice. I was almost going to sneak out of the house the morning we were set to leave so I wouldn't have to go, I had a note written & everything, but it was raining that morning so I chickened out.
The whole time we were there, my brother was so tense you could have bounced a quarter off of him. The stay was made more pleasant by the fact that I got to gossip with my sister, and spend a lot of time with her teenage kids. Despite the fact that my older sister is extremely high-strung, we get along quite well. I don't think she realizes how much I admire her. Also nice was that we got to see family friends.
Then we came home, and there was a couple of days before my parents were going up to Seattle to visit my aunt for New Years. I was going to have a nice few days all to myself, but unfortunately, there was a little "episode" prior to this.
Mom was a little disappointed that during these few days when she had her vacation that she hadn't been able to get Dad to do some things she wanted around the house, so she was kind of on the warpath (she pretty much had been since since a few days before we left for my brother's--she knew I didn't want to go, and even bribed me with money--saying it was a Christmas gift, etc. {I took the money--big mistake}amongst whatever other reasons she had for being in Bitch Mode.) This is her basic pattern: She has some kind of argument with Dad, and when it stalemates, she lays into me. She can be extremely domineering and mean, and thinks nothing in these instances of raking me over the coals.
So she decides to open my mail and look at my bank statement, which, since I am unemployed she knows is going to reflect my sorry state of financial affairs. Of course, in her mood whatever she finds is going to be terrible, and she bullies me into closing my checking account.
Man, was I happy when they left for Seattle.
I spent the time cleaning my room (that is another thing that will be covered in this journal, room cleaning--or lack thereof.) and got it to a nice level of organization.
On that note, I will end this rather long-winded entry.
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