The Blog of Hillary

That's right, you heard correctly, folks, it's a blue moon month. A few days ago I mentioned that it was a full moon, and there is to be another full moon tonight. :-D Once every...two years-ish, I do believe. I could be wrong. Tell me if I am.

Every eight years...and the Olympics are...what, two years away? So, we'd be at the 3/4 mark with that big pentacle up in the sky.

That came out wrong.

But you get the idea. Just thought I'd give you a heads-up so y'all could take a peek out your window tonight. The moon really is quite pretty in all it's shining white glory.

I'm just gonna vent here because it seems like a good place to vent.

We have this program called D.A.R.E., Drug Abuse Resistance & Education, in school. We had to write an essay about why wouldn't do drugs. Then the officer that taught the classes would select a winner out of, like, 200 kids.

Of course, me being the little writer I am, wrote a creative couple of paragraphs with colorful wording and interesting spacing and such. And the person that one (it was my best friend, by the way. No harsh feelings, okay, Isha? I'm just saying what's true) wrote a very neat, formal essay, complete with introduction paragraph, body, and conclusion paragraph.

I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda crazy jealous, but it was more that anyone but me won, not that Isha won. It sounds selfish and all, but I honestly think that that dumb essay was one of my best pieces ever written. Some examples...

"Why would anyone do that to themselves?
Is it a thrill they get from working their way towards the bottom of a bottle? Is it in a search for nirvana in a pack of cigarretes?" which is the line I'm proudest of. But, hey, you win some you lose some. I feel much better now. Besides, they probably just thought I must have copied it off some website or something, since it was just so SUPERB. But a million congrats to the winner, Isha, who doesn't hate me because I accidentally stood her up at Old Country Buffet! (Long story...)

Wicca is so painfully misunderstood.

I've been doing a little of research after reading the Da Vinci Code (an 11-year-old, reading the Da Vinci Code, imagine that). It's fascinating.

I've heard from multiple sources that the left-hand side was associated with evil. It's real origins? The sacred feminine and the goddess.

The medieval Christian and Catholic church fabulously twisted nature-based and pagan religions, saying that they were devil worship. PAGANS DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL.

I'm not a Wiccan, in the sense that I worship only one God. But in many Wiccan religions, there is only one divine being, split into masculine and feminine parts. That's two halves of a whole, I suppose. I share a lot of the same thinking, I guess. Male and female, yin and yang, harmony. Unintentionally, my login name references the sacred feminine--the moon is considered symbolic of the goddess.

Wiccans have a reverence for nature. Nature, in my Christian belief, was created by God. Having reverence for God's creations is to have reverence for God Himself, I think.

Wiccans perform spells--the gathering of energy, giving it a purpose, and releasing it to acheive an end. The Christian word for this is prayer.

And the pentacle, one of my favorite topics.

Da Vinci fans, leave now, you know all this already.

1.618 is known as the Divine Porportion, the building blocks of the universe. There are TONS of examples of it in nature--divide the number of female honey bees in a hive by the number of male bees, and you will ALWAYS get 1.618. The pentacle--the five-pointed star--is the ultimate representation of it, because the lines automatically divide themselves into a ratio of 1.618. Did you know that the planet Venus (Roman name for Aphrodite, who was the goddess of beauty, fertility, and love) draws a perfect pentacle in the sky every 8 years? Our Olympic games are based on the cycle of that pentacle. It very nearly became the symbol for the Olympics, but it was changed at the last moment, it being decided that five intertwining circles better representing the unity they were trying to convey.

In Wicca, the pentacle is considered to be something like the equivalent of the cross in Christianity. It's not the sign of the devil. It stands for te five Elements of the Craft--Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Spirit.

I'm done ranting for the day.

Not much more to say than that, however, I shall now be regularly posting the moon's phase. I don't know why, but it seems fitting.

So, as I said, there's a gorgeous full moon outside my window.

I always keep tabs on the moon's phase. Gives me something to do. The moon fascinates me, and I'm really into astrology. Not astronomy. Astrology, like the myths and such, most of which I know. I'm a Virgo, by the way. I should have posted that on my seven random facts.

I wish I was a Gemini. That's what my grandma is. *more randomness*

Trivia question: What are the twins' names in Gemini? Extra points for background information. Go on now, scoot, starting Googling...the winner will get...um...recognition. All publicity is good publicity, right?

Tina Crish: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." ~SH

Ohlala: "To regain one's youth is to repeat one's follies." ~Oscar Wilde.

Here are the rules:
Each person tagged qives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan to tag a note in their comments so they know they have been tagged and to read your blog.

Yadda, yadda.

1. I have four hamsters named Yin, Yang, Seal and Regina.
2. I despise rice pudding.
3. I have befriended a cat named Cosmo, who lives in Arizona.
4. My cousin had a beta fish named Flippy.
5. I have a pink lava lamp in my room that has been neglected for some time.
6. I hate cleaning. Just hate it.
7. I hate MySpace. Don't lynch me.

I tag....
twpd_uk
moondancer
philipedwards
takodori'
polish_english_me
dave41
amethystphotography

My favorite quote is: "Success isn't permanent, and failure isn't fatal." ~Mike Ditka

Post your favorite quote as a comment and I'll copy it onto my blog. I did this on a different website and you usually get a lot of really cool sayings and catchy phrases and such, so let's see what ya got.

I really wanted to post the story of how I got my dog, which is what I originally intended when I created a blog. So here it goes:

I had been begging my parents ('member how I said I would get in trouble if I told you my real age?) for roughly six years to get a dog. I had no particular preference in breed until a short time ago, when I desperately wanted an Italian Greyhound. If you aren't familiar with the breed, it's very similiar to the American Greyhound but about a third of the size. The are very sweet and loving.

I was fighting a war against my parents, sending emails and leaving notes and droppping hints and spending hours on the computer, searching for information on breeds and shelters. I spent hours on the computer, sifting through every nook and cranny of Petfinder, all, of course, to no avail. After sending my mother a particularly cold email, I was beginning to think all hope was lost.

Last Tuesday, as the bus rounded the corner onto my street, I saw my grandmother standing in the parking lot in front of my complex. Oh, no. The only time she came over, other than holidays and birthdays, was to assist in making my room inhabitable for normal humans. Most times, anyone that strolled into my room couldn't tell you the color of the carpet, but they would be able to tell you what clothes I wore yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. I dreaded the mere thought of making sense of that disaster area.

The bus stopped, and I practically threw myself out the doors. My mind was already spewing excuses as to why my room was so dirty when she had cleaned it not two weeks ago. I don't think I even bothered to say are you busy, can you come over, let's go to Wendy's to my best friend Stina as was our custom. I hurried over to the silver Chyrsler in the parking lot, my moss-green backpack swinging wildly from my loose grip.

Her back was to me, and I didn't bother to wait for her to face me. "Hi!" I said breathlessly, recovering from my sprint to the parking lot. "How long have you been waiting--?"

She turned around. And nestled in her arms was the most adorable blob of wheat-colored fur the world ever did see. I stood there, waiting for her to say something, but she was silent, studying my reaction with a smile. My mouth moved. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing. The first thing I managed to force from my lips was, "Can I hold her?"

She wordlessly shifted the dog from her arms to mine, and I studied the creature in my arms, this gorgeous, living, breathing animal, with her dark, olive-colored eyes and slightly pointed snout, her long fur, accented by a single honey-colored stripe running from the tip of her wet, squishy nose to her long, wagging tail. One ear flopped up, one flopped down, and they were both the same color as her stripe.

It's sounds cheesy, but it's all very true. After much debating, we named her Mocha for the color of her fur. She's 12 weeks old, not housebroken, not crate-trained, not leash-trained. I have a feeling all of us are in for a real adventure.

I am Hillary Marie, undiscovered talent in the arts of writing and acting. I'm dreadfully smart and all things that come with intelligence, cockiness and aloofness and sassiness and all that good stuff. *smiles sweetly and bats eyelashes* But don't let me intimidate you.

I have a passion for writing. Like all writers, I am and have always been an avid reader. If I'm not in school, on the computer, or trying to convince my dog that gnawing on antique wood furniture is NOT okay, I almost always have my nose buried in some book or another. I love classic fantasies, such as Peter Pan, and animal novels, such as Misty of Chinquotinque and Black Beauty. I am also a HUGE Harry Potter fan. Don't try to convince me that the series is stupid. I will bite you.

I'm not telling you how old I am.

Because then I would get in trouble. *mischevious grin* BUt you wouldn't tell on me, anyway, would you?