Adam had'em

I'm tired because I've been up since 5:30, and the day officially just started.


It's okay though.

I'm thirsty too.

a-a-aa-a-aa-aa--aaaaa-a-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Gyah





I've been having a lot of nightmares lately, and it doesn't help that my girlfriend has this kind of hair.


I'm not sure what's scarier, to wake up beside her after she's been sucking out my soul, or to wake up and wonder where she is and if I'm still dreaming and oh my Jesus what is that in the closet?

Agkistrodon Piscivorus Conanti Crotalus Adamanteus and other incantations.

Saturday morning I was playing around with a nightlight in the bathroom that will switch off when the overhead light is turned on.


I think it's cool. Maybe the switch toggles between the outlet and the overhead.


When I unplugged it and plugged it back in, it flickered and wouldn't beam steadily. When I let go of it it went out. When I touched it again it flickered back to life. When I let it go it went out.





When I stood on the threshold of the bathroom, it shone steadily, when I stepped inside it went out, but would shine again if I cupped my hand around it without touching it.

It also shone steadily if I stood in the threshold of my room down the hall. It would go out if I stepped out of my room into the hallway.


Why in God's name are you reading this still?


The light would shine the strongest if I cupped it with my right hand without touching it. It would go out immediately if I took a step back.



Obviously the light was responding to the waves of mystical energy I emit. I wandered to my desk and rummaged around for a pentacle signing worksheet I'd had for a couple of years now.


Because, why not?

I tried summoning fire of course, which didn't work, and after trying to summon spirit and even air I tried banishings to put the light out of its misery once and for all.

The light flickered on in spite of my hexing of it.


"Hex" is probably a misnomer.

Anyways, the moral of the story is even though I obviously emanate fantastic amounts of energy, I fail at the most basic of magickings, probably because I lack focus and purity of vision.

The nightlight in question lived on to have a full and productive life, and currently resides in northern California with its wife and children.


Or, you know, it's still in my bathroom and it works fine.

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Saturday night I was mounting the stairs to my apartment when I was startled by the panicked flailings of a baby snake on the floor. It went for the walls and I moved ahead of it so it couldn't get past me. I blocked it with a handy CD (Scissor Sisters) that I was carrying in case it was poisonous. The bady snake (whom it took me all of five seconds to name "Stansfield") struck the CD several times.

Bonk bonk bonk bonk



Stansfield is dark green with a dark diamond pattern, and I realize he could be the wonderfully deadly and rare eastern diamondback rattlesnake and am alarmed, but I see no rattles.


Of course, baby don't have rattles, just fully fuctional fangs and venom glands.



bonk

Also, he was green, and not brown, so he's probably neither a diamondback nor a cottonmouth, even though we're near a river.


bonk bonk

Poor Stansfield. I bet he was just seeing his reflection.




My instinct was to capture it, but I really have no use for maybe-deadly reflection-hating snakelets.



Here's to hoping that Stansfield made it to the river before someone stomped him. He might be endangered after all.







If Stansfield was a diamondback, then I've run into those about twenty times before back in my yard in DuPont.

Although we always end up running in opposite directions.






Of course, now I'm wondering, where's mommy Stansfield?

Hmmm

Of course, I had to take a language class, it's required, but I didn't want to take the easy way out and choose Spanish. My thoughts were that if I have to take a foreign language, I should take something foreign.

Japanese presented itself, but I chose Arabic, because I saw a few Arabic words on some monument to the 1996 olympics and I thought out of all the languages on it, it was the prettiest.

So I decided to learn Arabic because the writing is pretty. And I am right, but I guess it wasn't the best reason to take the class.


It's been pointed out to me several times that if I were to get off my ass and become a good translator, I would become pretty employable.



That's becomeing quite the issue, my degree isn't going to be worth much I don't think.


It's quite the issue.



The language looks pretty intimidating, but it's one of the most structured languages in the world. If you get all the rules down, it probably gets a lot easier.

Of course, those occasionally invisible vocalizations are annoying (Arabic only has actual alphabetical letters for three long vowels, all the short vowels are indicated by little marks that don't have to be there but that change the pronounciation and meaning of a word).


I would like to be able to speak Arabic, Mandarin, German, Spanish and Gaelic. Being a polyglot would be cool.

Maybe French. Other than Arabic, I think they all sound pretty (I think Arabic's actually pretty gutteral unless you master it), even German in it's own way (it's probably much the same).



I'm just pondering things, nothing serious.


I should stop doing that.

I'm still alive.

Told you so.

boo-hoo whine sob sob

The day started out so nice.



I've decided that I'm pretty pathetic. I can't have what everyone else can.


Someone recently told me I was an angel. To most people, it's a complement.


But I know what an angel is. An angel is somewhat less than human, to be brief about it.



I guess a lot of people don't think about it like that.

I'm going to mosey down to a gas station to purchase a 24 pack, and then try and finish it by myself. I'm getting too close to sober.

And whatever whiskey I have.


I hope I vomit a lot, and wake up with a hangover, if I wake up at all.

I need to hurt myself.










































































































I'll be alright, obviously.

I'm too fucking mean to die.