Entry title: To do list:
-feed cats ¥
-take pills
-clean litter box
-ORB
-ANY AND ALL HOMEWORK I HAVE
-clean up desk
-pick up/organize room a bit
-*optional* blog ¥
-*optional* work out
-*optional* work on Girl's Sugar
To tell the truth I have mixed feelings about this weekend. I'll go negative to positive (hoping the positive makes up for the negative)
Negative:
-tired and slept a lot
-tried to help clean house but wasn't given much to do but it's still probably going to fall on my head
-haven't gotten my dad to even read the email I sent him about the audiobook that I REALLY want (which ain't to bad, sounds selfish/greedy on my part)
-having trouble with feeling happy and content
-my ma is still stressed out about everything and once again calling herself a bitch and a bad mother
^there's more, but I just can't seem to think of it right now
Positive:
-It's St. Patrick's day
-my friend, Cleo, invited me to her Jewish temple to celebrate Purim with them (even though I'm not Jewish and didn't know shit about Purim) and I went and had fun
-I had a bitchin' costume for Purim
^now I defiantly know there's more but I just can't remember these either
So today is St. Patrick's Day. Does anyone know what it's REALLY about. Today is the day that Patrick, or should I say Maewyn, drove the snakes out of Ireland. Fun fact: the "snakes" refer to Pagans and Witches. Nowadays, some Pagans and Witches would wear serpentine-like jewelry or snakes on their clothes on St. Paddy's day because we are the snakes and we're still thriving. So since I am a snake as well, I am wearing my serpentine dragon necklace (with it's three beautiful and real ambers: yellow, orange, and green). I celebrate my Irish heritage on this day, not what Patrick stood for. Maybe when I was still Catholic I would have celebrated, to a point, driving the snakes out of Ireland, but I've changed. Technically Irish Catholics act very Pagan in their methods but have Catholic ideas/views. I am also wearing my Key "choker" as a sign of freedom. That's what keys and locks represent for me. Sometimes they hold other meanings: imprisonment, curiosity, secrets, but right now it's freedom.
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