I would want the ability to capture anything I see or think perfectly in art and written word. That's right. BOTH.
Someone who can actually excel in both art and writing is likely to be remembered for something great.
I am a witch. I have ways of making ghosts behave.
Is that odd?
yes. I would be all over the cake and candy and everything I could get.
Online psychic? No.
My mom, aunt, or late grandmother? In a heartbeat.
I usually go months without even knowing their sign. Maybe that's why I never see the crazy coming?
Mom's hands petting my hair. Always makes me feel better.
Graduation from college and finding a job and place to live afterwards.
I keep a journal of letters to my dead loved ones.
My first book was about kitty cats.
I have a fish named after cattle.
Guess which is the lie?
No bills and getting paid for chores. The money we got for doing chores was enough to buy things we wanted and enough pocket money for a week. Now, I am doing chores for my mom to pay the minimum balance on my credit card that I'm using to pay my bills for the summer. Sucks.
Can't really convert from being a spiritualist. Ever.
It's the only faith I've ever heard of that cannot ever be let go. EVER.
Basically, I believe that being spiritual and having faith is the important part, not what faith you have or what you believe in. I believe that it's important to learn everything you can about any of the faiths, because they all have things that can be learned from them.
It's like a faith of being open minded.
Maybe it is possible to become closed minded and believe that only one thing or nothing is right, but I don't see why someone would want to.
Your significant other is supposed to also be one of your friends. I would rather give up the relationship with the SO and have all my friends than lose all my friends just to keep a relationship with the SO.
But if the SO weren't one of my friends and I had to choose, I would choose my friends. V, Holly, Matt, and Brookelynne are more significant than my significant other could ever be. :)
A boyfriend called and yelled at my mom on the phone. He apologized later when I dropped his things off at his class. He was only apologizing because he didnt want to lose me. It was a little late for that. My family comes first. Always.
The best vacation I ever had was Daddy School. It was a summer vacation from school when my dad was off work and mom was working days. We would play educational computer games, math and science, we would read astronomy articles that dad would print off, including one about Black Holes that managed to get both me and my brother in trouble at school for telling the teachers they were wrong. lol. We would go to the library once a week and Dad would get science videos. The only thing we didn't get in excess that summer was history. We got some of that in the books we were reading, and it wasn't considered the most important thing to know how to do. By the end of the summer, we were two years ahead of all the other kids in our classes. We didn't learn anything new in math until almost 4th grade and had lots of fights with the school librarian about being allowed to read more advanced books.
I had a boy who I thought I loved and a boy I actually did love.
One was dating my best friend through high school. The other got a girl pregnant, spent the last years of his life trying to please a complete bitch, and died in a car accident from driving tired after working double shifts to support his fiance's drug habits.
Everyone has a first love. I think my first crush was more romantic, if only slightly.
Sodas. It would give me a reason to quit.
At the moment, it's this:
cough up some junk.
Clean up mouth, face, and clothing.
Pout and gasp for breath.
Be a sad kitty.
Go to the bathroom.
Get ready for the day.
My first one was a native american. I don't know what tribe, but in a green area near the east coast with trees that reached the sky. I was the second wife of a man who had originally brought me in to help with his children. His wife was sick and when she died, he kept me as their surrogate mother. We loved each other and the children. His spirit has followed me to this life. :)
My second and third lives aren't very clear for me. Mom was only able to get a good detail of the first life, not the subsequent lives. Either way, yah, that's my first life.
I'm never sure if the memories I have are me remembering them or me piecing them together from things I've seen. The first thing that I know is genuine memory is when I was little and mom would walk us to the little corner store and buy us rainbow popsicles and we would eat our treats while the old people sat outside and talked to us.
honestly... My sin is either gluttony or lust.
What's going on?
This was always the line used when Mom and Dad wanted to tell me something that was going to change in our lives.
Pancakes.
Just sayin.
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