…is how much I’ve walked today, according to my w580i. That’s 4.2mi, translating to a total of 407 calories burned by moving one foot in front of the other all repetative-like. And I thought my mad-dashes across airport terminals were impressive. Didn’t want to believe it til I sat down with a campus map and realized how ass-tastic my routes were today. From #5 to Memorial Hall to POT to B&E to the Student Center to Funk and back to #5. Next semester’s routes aren’t looking much better.
Sorry, I know “how much I walked” isn’t really blogworthy news. I’ll get the hang of this again, I swear.
Anywho. Got all registered for next semester. My advisor gave me the lovely news that I do indeed qualify for SW322, which saves me 3hrs in the long run… so I opted to take my (bonus) lazy-semester this go-’round. So basically, I’m taking one course that really matters, two courses I should’ve taken in clown college, and (finally) German. Yes! I can finally do more than get a train ticket! Or inform people that my hat is black and white! Or tell people to hurry the fuck up!
[I’d like a ticket please — and hurry the fuck up!]
I’m also pleased to report that my student ID photo doesn’t look like ass.
Came home to find my books finally came in from half.com. I finally bought a copy of A Field Guide to Otherkin by Lupa, and Witch School: Lessons for the Second Degree by some cheesy looking fucker with a gnarly beard. I really shouldn’t talk about the leader of the trad like that, but my elementary school teachers always told me that I shouldn’t tell lies, so there you go. But don’t let the cheese fool you… you wouldn’t think that anything called “Witch School” would be serious or valuable, but I really love their approach, and their First Degree program was pretty much awesome. Nothing I didn’t know already, but you have to go through the motions.
So I flipped through both. Beelined right for the Angels section in Otherkin… just to see… and yes, I’m in there! Looked at the TOC in Second Degree and saw there is a section on sex magick. As always, they have a very solid and mature approach… but I couldn’t read it without flailing (I have a habit of flailing whenever I have one of those overwhelming in-love moments). Sex is sacred, a union of the God and Goddess, a union of… flail… God… flail… union… FLAIL.
On the subject of sacred sexual symbolism, my lilies opened today 🙂 I don’t know if they opened this morning and I just didn’t notice (I was in a sort of rush), or if they popped when I was off burning calories, but it was a very nice treat to see that on returning home. Ahhh, flowers. Aaaaahhhh, guys that actually buy you flowers. I always laughed at the idea of getting flowers, until I actually found someone who believes in ’em… and they really are special. All I have to do is look at them, and my face busts.
All I have to do is look at him, and my face busts.
All I have to do is think about him, and my face busts…