The Blog of Hillary

Yes, it is indeed the last of school. Was I thrilled? Sorrowful? Well, you tell me: I cried, I laughed, I cried some more, and then I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I thought so.

For you see, my dear reader, it was not only the last day of school, but the last day of elementary school. Never again shall I attend Neil Armstrong Elementary School, for I have progressed to bigger and better things. Next year, I shall attend junior high.

And as happy as that particular thought was, it was also somewhat depressing. I have gone to the same school for 7 years, and have became quite attached to the place. Not to mention, Voldy, (see Dharz_9317) (oh yes, Voldy, be afraid, for I have revealed your true identity! MUHAHA!) one of my awesomest friends ever, is moving and won't be attending junior high with us. As is another of my good friends, Desiree. But Desiree is moving all the way to Michigan! *sob* It's hard. It's been a terrific year, though, very wacky, very wild, very unpredictable, but terrific nonetheless. No regrets for sixth grade, definitely. *sigh* I wouldn't have done a thing differently, and I guess that's what counts.

Laughing through my tears, smiling through my crying, happy through my misery,

Hillary Marie

That was just to get you're attention. *brushes confetti off of you* *with thorn bush*

Mmkay, I'm bored, so I'm just gonna write here again. What fuuun.

Let's see...what's new in my life...Voldy's moving... I'm really hungry and we don't have any bread so I can't have my usual Nutella sandwich...my dog has, three times now, almost broken my glasses, which I just got fixed yesterday...

My glasses!

So, I have this kind of oblong oval gold glasses that are almost identical to my hair color, and they're fine and all. I loooove wearing glasses because, DUH, they aren't visual aids, they're a FASHION STATEMENT, get with the program, people. *pants* So, anyway, I want to get big winged blue ones with pink jewels encrusted along the temple and wings. Doesn't it sound gorgeous?

I never really described myself, did I? Well, here I am: I have blue eyes with darling long black lashes (which is just as well, because I loathe the very thought of wearing mascara) and a kind of heart-shaped face that's seriously tanned and in need of acne cleanser, oh, and I have a pentacle drawn in purple and yellow Crayola marker on my shoulder, but that's a long story. And I have the prettiest feet, which have only the remnants of bright pink nail polish on them. On my right hand on my ring finger, I wear an ornate, white-gold ring with a single fancy-cut diamond in the middle that I inhereited from my grandmother. The color of my hair ranges from a kind of rusty gold to auburn to deep, chestnut brown, and I have absolutely no idea why it changes so drastically, but there you are. It's not very thick, not very fine, just kind of in between, and a little wavy, hanging a little past my shoulders because last November I had to hack most of it off because of this giant knot back there. That's all, folks! *throws Porky Pig shaped confetti and flies away in multicolored hot air balloon*

P.S. Waning gibbous.

Okay, so I don't live in Chicago. I live in Chicago suburb.

And I haaaaate it. Stupid little town.

There's nothing to do. And it does not help that I without a driver's license. *throws bowl of soup at poster of Wormtail to relieve frustration* *ha, ha, Voldy *

Inside jokes are soooo much fun, are't they? Well, for me, not for you, 'cause you don't wait I'm talking about! YAY!

I like smilies. MUHAHA!

So we're doing this play-type-thing, more of a reader's theatre *gags*, and, guess what the first in-character line is. Just guess.

*in Southern accent* Well hidey ho there, little guppies! Before I say con-gra-tu-la-tions and yer on yer way, I'd like to recite a few words of inspiration, dedication, medication, and perspiration (which my teacher spelled wrong in the script).

No, I am not frickin' kidding. *sigh* The woes of small town life.

Well, it isn't exactly a SMALL town. It's not, like, a general-store-on-the-corner-and-one-stoplight kind of town, but it's no Chicago. So much to do in Chicago, so much to see...

I wanna move to Hollywood. *squeals, 'Don't tell, Voldy and/or...Pixie?'*

P.S. to Voldy and Pixie: *bares teeth* I don't seem to have really any money left in my super-secret-supply-box. Damn those ice creams from CVS, why do they have to be so tempting? *swoons and dies*

FIN.

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.

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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.

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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.

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