Irish Russians

written:  July 06



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No better way to celebrate getting that Master’s degree than to drink our “Irish Russians” (Kahlua, Vodka, and Bailey’s), with a storm FINALLY rolling in.

I’ve been suffering from Storm Blue Balls all goddamn week. All week, it’s LOOKED like it was going to storm…but never would.

But I finally got my storm tonight. Beautiful lightning and thunder and rain.

There may have been some “public nudity” involved….

Masters

written:  July 05

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I finally found out that I PASSED my end of program exam! Which means I get my Master’s degree!

Granted, the email I read made it sound like I had failed one of the essays (which would mean, I would fail the whole thing). Talk about having your heart bottom out. I was damn near in tears. So then I logged into the Canvas site to see which essay I failed and what their feedback was. And I sat there, looking at, scratching my head saying “Huh. This says I passed each one”. It took a while for it to sink in…that I PASSED and I will be getting my Master’s degree.

So that’s what it’s like to be a rapid-cycling bipolar. In the span of 10 minutes I went from completely bottoming out to the highest level euphoria. I seriously needed a nap after that – it was exhausting.

I spent the rest of the day working in Ali’s journal. I did find a mini Dutch-oven at Tuesday Morning for a good price. It’ll be used as a cauldron in any future rituals, but it was mostly purchased for when I start making the rose beads I talked about in yesterday’s entry.

NOW begins the fun of creating my new resume and start hunting for jobs. It would be REALLY nice if I could find something good to start in August, so I don’t have to the after school program. Though, like my Mom did say, if I can only get a part-time library job, then it would be nice to still work the after school program until I can land a full time gig.

Rose Beads and Fireworks

written:  July 04

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My notes on how to make rose beads. I definitely want to make these.

We didn’t do anything to celebrate the 4th of July. I’m not overly proud of my country or our leadership currently.

Other than that, we just hung out at the house, relaxing. It was rather nice.

Around midnight, the neighbors a street over started shooting off their own fireworks, so I actually got to see fireworks this year. When we first moved in, we could see the city’s fireworks from our house and that was pretty cool. We would sit outside. David would smoke, I would just hang out, and just watch the fireworks and talk about anything and everything that popped into our heads. The next year the city moved the location of their fireworks. So we can hear them, but we can’t see them. And we aren’t going to fight the crowds to go see them

On the Upswing

written:  July 03

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The teen boys built a castle with all their empty boxes in the back where they are working.



Us girls (there’s only three of us), may have to band together and storm their castle and claim it in the name of Her Vagesty!

I can’t believe I didn’t write about “Her Vagesty”. It just shows how OUT of it I was yesterday. Anyways, on a friend’s post about vaginas (because, that’s what women talk about, especially since the medical profession likes to ignore most of our health issues, so we have to discuss it among ourselves), another friend posted about calling her vagina “Her Vagesty”. I barked cackled so loud at that title that Josey-pup had to come check on me. ::laughs:: And this is what I shall call my vagina from now on and I SERIOUSLY want to get a crown tattoo right above her. ::laughs::

And the quote I was trying to find yesterday for the photo and to sum up my emotionally turmoil was actually “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light” by Albus Dumbledore. I’m planning out an art journal page just for that quote.

Deluminator

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“When things seem most dark, it will show him the light” – from Dumbledor’s last will and testament about his gift of the deluminator to Ron Weasley. Photo is just symbolism for that. I could really use a deluminator right about now.

::sighs:: Yeah, I’m not sure what my problem was today, but depression was BAD all damn day.

The weather was nice around 6 pm, so I decided I should take Josey-pup for a walk, hoping it would lift my spirits. I just ended up grumpier and sweaty. ::chuckles::

Cape Cod

written:  July 01

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A lovely postcard from Cape Cod, made even better since it’s from a long-time journaling buddy, John. ::smiles:: Totally made my day.

Which, man, I don’t get me. I got the best news yesterday (that Sara the Horrible isn’t in the Coven any more) and I was so pumped about everything else with the Coven. And then today, I’m just kind of “meh” about everything.

Maybe it’s the new moon? Maybe it’s the eclipse that’s supposed to happen with it? Or maybe I’m just having an off day.

Either way, this house seriously NEEDS to be smudged down, re-blessed, and the wards need sprucing up, just in case. Hopefully I can get that done Friday, while David is at work. It’s just easier to do it all without him complaining of the sage smell/smoke. ::laughs::

HURRAY!!!!!!

written:  June 30

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I finished up my god representation art piece. And I’m actually pretty pleased with it. Plus it’s a piece that doesn’t scream “god”, so I don’t have an issue with hanging it up on my altar. ::smiles::

So, I’m not going to lie, I was kind of dreading going to Coven class today. Because I just had zero desire to be around Sara, the Black Hole. BUT!!!!!

The High Priestess announced that Sara has elected to withdraw from the Coven. Given her possession level and the fact that she’s having a hard time getting her meds regulated, she didn’t feel like it was a safe place for either her or the Coven at this time.

Talk about a MASSIVE weight lifted off of my shoulders. She’s gone! Woohoo! And while Sara was talking about maybe coming back next year, the High Priestess said that honestly, it will probably be two years before the Coven accepts students again. So, for the time being, she’s gone for at LEAST two years. ::huge sigh of relief::

The rest of class was pretty awesome. I’m geared up for the assignments and really excited.