The Blahher

As you might have noticed there are a lot of pictures of cats on my website. Some of the links are interesting and some of them are boring. I think you should check a few of them it will not hurt to get a boring site because you can leave it in a matter of seconds.

I think that it is time for me to start creating pictures of cats on my own, but I do not have a scanner with me so it would take some time before they could be put up on my website.

The school year is slowly creeping up on me and threatening to eat me. I have a nervous energy about the Senior project, but in reality I don’t have much to lose. I tell myself, “You know you tried to kill yourself, school is the least of your troubles. So what if you fail. Who cares? You don’t even want to be alive. What is the difference?”

I wish I could go to Ann Arbor today instead of tomorrow. I don’t feel like exercising right now. I would rather exercise my fingers all day. I think I will take a break from exercising today.

I’m a bit of a loser with: No job, Waves of depression, Waves of no energy, and so on forth. In fact things tend to go in Waves with me. Right now is the Wave of a passion for writing whereas before it was a passion for Tarot cards, and before that walking.

My sister tells me I am a good writer, and she is an English major so she knows what good writing is. I, myself, had a period in my life where I would read anything that was put before me. If I started a book I had to finish it.

I am glad that they are making a movie out of the Golden Compass. It is a wonderful book. I tend to read fantasy, and I tend to write Blah. I am not a Blogger I am a Blahher. I just write with no goal in mind. I think that if I were to ever become a dedicated writer I would have to start with short stories and work my way up to a novel. Believe me when I say that I have a novel’s worth of imaginings.

I don’t know what to say. Saying is such a tedious thing to do. My sister gave me this stone mold of a human face once that is on my wall. Its eyes are closed, but at a distance it looks like they are open. I have an old embarrassingly bad painting on my wall, that I painted in High School. The walls are a baby blue. My father threw an old computer into the room, but otherwise it is how I had left it. There are still the glowing stars on the ceiling that were put up in no order at all.

This is my room. Welcome to it. There are no chairs to seat on so I will have to do the reading on the floor. This will be a short reading. We will focus only on one card.

That card is the Hierophant. It is a time for Tradition. Do not look down upon the things that have been taught to you by your parents, but embrace them to learn what unspoken truth lies underneath. If they are negative beliefs seek outside aid in developing positive Traditions.