In the staff room where I work, there is the usual setup for preparing food.

So, I break into the fridge, pull out the Lean Cuisine packet (for some reason Mom thinks I need to start eating things that I will be surviving off of in college - no more peanut butter crackers for lunch), do the usual thing, and plunk it into the microwave.

Wait 6.5 minutes, pull it out, enjoy.

Not so easy.

The evil machine heated the packet unevenly - burning hot one side, freezing cold the other.

GROSS.

It has done this many many times without prejudice.

It doesn't like humans.

It is making our lives, our brief 30 minutes of lunch TERRIBLE.

We MUST revenge ourselves!

CHUCK IT OUT THE WINDOW!!!
ANd maybe the next one will cook food decently...

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They're out to get me, I swear it.

Who did I piss off this time?

Freaking weather gods.

All I asked for was a little snow. How much can that hurt, I ask you.

But noooooo. No snow.

Just books falling off the shelf and onto my head whenever I walk by - and this place has a heck of a lot of bookshelves.

Just pins shoving themselves up under my nails. Dumb dress had too many pins, I tell you.

Geeesh.

A little touchy, aren't they?

 

 

And now I'm on my own again/nowhere to turn no one to go to ....

 

The last few days, 'On My Own' has been going through my head and coming from my mouth.  The last time I was this obsessed with this song, I was severely depressed, venting my frustrations over something that (I thought) could never be ( which, ironically, happened. Different story.).   This time, it's totally different -- only the title has any connection with my feelings :  I'm on my own. They're all LEAVING, out to start their new lives, the next big step, and I wish them well and bless them and whatever happens, they'll always be my friends, we'll always be the Wraiths. 

 

My sisters in confidence and "crime" are all shipping out to college, while I'm here at home, a year behind. 

 

I'm sad, yes.  But I only saw them rarely.  So in some ways, it's easier. Things won't really change, we'll communicate as we always did.   In others it's harder - will they forget about little old me, so unworldy wise compared to them, who've gone away? How will they change?  What will happen?

 

Only time will tell. 

 

Jen (the leader, the one I jived with and butted heads with, all at the same time in the same day),  Lyd (gave me headaches and hugs, a real sister, the one I bonded fastest with) and Sammy (the one I don't know as well, but love to sing with, bouncy perky Sammy)    : out to change the world.   I feel sorry for the world. It doesn't know what it's taken on.  And next year, oh boy, will it ache.  All the Wraiths loose in the world... What a beautiful idea. :)

 

Go girls!!  I'll see you when you get back!!

We were Up North visiting relatives in a spider filled house.

Dad, the boys and a little me went for a walk.

Soon they returned, and handed me a package made of woven papyrus.

I pried the top apart,, and pulled out sheet after sheet of exquisitely preserved papyrus, the clear cut hieroglyphics on them as ink black as the day they were written.

Lying at the bottom of the package was a hnd sized statue of Anubis, god of mummies, embalming, and the newly dead, colorfully painted with big, sorrowful, pleading eyes. It was entrancing and abolutely fascinating.

They refused to tell me where they found the packet.

Then, it was time to go. we packed up everything and drove away, turning onto an old road near the fairgrounds and pulling up to the farmhouse at the end of it.

We got out and stretched our legs, and a crowd of people began to gather.

A man noticed the statuette. "Whose is it?" he asked.

"Mine," I said.

People murmured, he gave me a dtrange look, pulled out a sheet f papyrus, and challenged me to read them. 

I read it aloud, haltingly, in English - a Scripture verse. Another line - more Scripture. The entire sheet was Scripture.

Suddenly, I noticed I wasn';t speaking English anymore - the sounds I was making could only be a language that hadn't been spoken on earth for nearly a thousand years - ancient  Egyptian.

The crowd was silent. The man fell to his knees and took my hand - "The one who will return the gods! we have waited long for you!" i tried to protest - I didn't even knpw what I was doing.

A chant began, and I was dragged away, to a platform with an altar.  The man laid out the sheets I ha to read. 

And I began to read them, strange syllabuls flowing from my lips.

But I"mm Christian, I thought. I'm atholic, and whether I am a reincarnated priestess or not, I'm NOT one now, and I WON'T do this. I'm NOT intersted in bringing about the end of the world.

I started praying, shouting over the crowd, using a formula the priest uses to consecrate the body and blood at Mass.

God, don't abandon me, don't let them kill me, be on my side for this, please....... A mantra of begging went thru my head as the crowd's chanting began to get more intense.

I crumple to the platform, pathetic, helpless and scared.

A whisper from behind. I turn and look at familliar eyes - thank God - take his hand - RUN....

... And snap awake.

I pull my cat closer - cats, the guardians of the underworld, nothing can touch me - and feel much safer.

Reincarnated priestess or no, I must have some pretty bad karma.

 

 

 

 

Williams College. Far end of MA, where NY and VT intersect. I actually like the relative closeness. Plus it will be warmer than Orono. Liberal arts, but heavy on science, OFFERS SCI FI COURSES, and Russian, my language of choice after Gaelic. Not too sure about travel ops, or class size, or cost, for that matter, but I'll check them out. But it has a degree that I am most interested in - Literary Arts. I was telling Mom last night that I wanted a more specific major than English. That might do it...
Back to poking around before I have to go sign up for that math class.... grrr.

At long last, I update my life.

 

So much has happened, but I shall focus on my life as of this moment.

 

While trolling thru many multiple scholarships on a database, I have found that there are very many scholarships for writing.  Particularly sci fi. All of which I am applying for.  One is a book deal, which would definitely pay for my college in its entireity. Or so I hope.  If  I get it.   If I just get one, or even a few, that would be a major help. 

 

Now, to get writing....