You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

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Bored... surfing...
Tripped across one of those websites you wished you hadn't so you could live on in your happy ignorance...
http://www.care2.com/news/section/clock

Blegh, maybe I should google the word "happy" to lighten my mood...

Find out which Transformer you are at LiquidGeneration!

I don't even remember this one, oh well, it's a fun quiz.

VNV Nation/And One/Tragic Black show = $18

- And One $6

- Tragic Black $6

= $6

Actual ticket price now that 2 bands are out = $18

- price value to me now that extra unknown band has been added $0

- price value of seeing VNV Nation $6

= price that in my POV I will be overpaying $12

Which rounds out to be...

I'll see you all at Club Vegas when you get done at the show.

There's been a lot of talk about supporting the scene by showing up to stuff. And believe you me, if I could afford to, I'd be at every single event no matter what it was worth to me. I love our scene, but I am one poor mofo at present. If money ever becomes a non-issue, I'll be at everything. So like I always say, if you can go to this show tonight, please please do. If not, at least come to the "after-party" at Club Vegas.

Cheers all :)

I went to my mom's house today to help with yardwork.

I wore jeans only because I knew I'd be crawling around on a slimy duck poop infested pool cover, and that's all jeans are good for. Then I wore a random non offensive band T-shirt.

The first thing my stepdad says when he sees me "Wow, you look great" with a smile.

"Thanks" I said cautiously, though he could see the question mark hanging over my head. I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt and he thinks I look good. Whatever.

"Well you know, without all that handcuff and chains and all that stuff you usually have all over your clothes" he clarifies.

I gave him the dirtiest look I am capable of, and the only reason I didn't fly off the handle was because my mom was standing there. You could have cut through the tension with a knife.

"I'm sorry, I just think you look good" he said, shying away from my fiery glare, and cowering away from the heat.

Yes, my friends, that is my stepdad's version of a compliment. I should have responded with. "You look good too, I mean without all that bland, characterless, conformist sunday school shit you usually wear".

What is it about Mormons that make them think that everybody in the world needs to dress and behave and believe as they do. Why is it they look down their noses whenever somebody else looks even slightly different. What kind of hellish world this would be if we all looked the same. I wouldn't even like to live in a world that consisted only of goths. It might be cool at first, but it would lose it's thrill once I realized there was absolutely not a single unique thing about me.

God, I hate that judgmental fuck.

Current Mood: irritated

Thanks to everyone who came out to support Ashe on his first night as resident DJ at club Vegas. Also thanks to all for wishing us a Happy Anniversary. You all rock, and I had a blast last night!

I was particularly pleased to see the Tragic Black boys come out last night. All of them. We had a good time reminiscing about where we all were exactly a year ago. Ah, memories. And Redemption was all there too, minus Matt. Good times.

Thanks to Mary for coming and keeping me company a good part of the evening. And thanks to Miah for giving my husband a ride home so I could actually get a full nights sleep last night. And as for the rest of you, it was great seeing you as well. I've been in hermit mode for a while so it was good to get out and spend time with you all. Especially great since, I won't be able to make DA this year.

And a special thanks to my husband for putting up with me for a whole year now. Despite the fact that we already exchanged presents like, a week ago, and despite the fact that he got home from work at 7 and had to be to the club by 8, he still made it feel like a very special day. We plan to celebrate Friday for lack of time yesterday.

In case you were wondering why we celebrate an anniversary nearly every other week...
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Current Mood: loved

My brain just slipped into Friday mode. Which means the remainder of this day is going to draaaaaaag.

Before that I was contentedly passing time with some intense homework projects, because I have nothing better to do when my boss is on vacation. Then all the sudden, instead of sticking, the words just started bouncing right off my brain. That's what I mean by Friday mode. The only thing I can think about is getting out of here and partying up a three day weekend.

Ashe and I saw Pirates 3 last night for the first showing. Despite the fact that there were a gazillion people there, I had a pretty good time. I detest going to premiers for the very reason that the theaters are just swarming with fanatics, and as you may know, I'm not really a people person. However, there's not much I wouldn't do just to see Johnny.

I loved the movie. Although it had a distinctly Baron Munchausen/Lemony Snicket with a dash of The Cell feel in some parts... not that it's been all that realistic before, but still. Rather dark for Disney I must say, and in a good way for me, not for kids so much. Overall, the movie goes highly recommended by me.

First stop at 5:00, the liquor store for some RUM ;-)

Redemption put on another fantastic show Friday night. I'm glad my cousin Rachel finally got to see them. She flew out here from Washington DC to get married in my grandma's back yard, Saturday evening.

Would have been perfect except for the stupid JOP didn't show up. After a few dozen phone calls, we managed to find somebody to do it. Rachel looked absolutely beautiful, the groom looked nice, and all us yellow bridesmaids didn't look half bad.

Nobody said anything about the tattoo. Thankfully.

I sang karaoke. Yes you read that correctly. That rare moment brought to you by the fine vineyards of France. Let me tell you how weird it was to get drunk on wine in front of my family. We're talking BIZARRO WORLD weird.

On a more somber note, I think my car has finally gone to car heaven. More aptly put, I just don't have the money to bring it back to life. Until I can figure out what the hell to do, commuting is going to be a bitch. I guess it could be worse.

Working half a day today, with nothing to do but surf the net and wait for noon to come.

Rush to Bed Bath and Beyond to get a birthday present and a wedding present.

Rush to grandma's house, start a load of laundry, don myself in yellow, and proceed with the wedding rehearsal.

Attend wedding rehearsal luncheon with everyone who is in the ceremony.

Return to grandma's house to finish my load of laundry, without which Ashe would have to go another 4 days with no clean socks or pants.

Dye my hair to cover up the two inch brown roots. Also wax my eyebrows which I have attempted to grow back and am starting to remember why I shave them off now.

Shower.

Attend family dinner with entire wedding party, including our family and the groom's family, at Morley's, whatever the hell that is.

Rush home to don myself in night club wear. Chug a gallon of coffee.

Off to Club Vegas to see the show!