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utorak, 05.01.2010.

Reading Makes Me Write Poncy Things

I'm reading a book called The Cloud Upon The Sanctuary by Karl von Eckartshausen, who was a christian mystic in the 17th century. He wrote this "prayer for Alchemists" too, that, I think anyway, is really rather beautiful: Hail, pure self-moving Source, O form,pure for receiving the Light! The Light ofall things unites itself with thee alone.Most blessed art thou amoung all receptiveforms, and blessed is the Fruit that thouconceivest, the Essence of Light unitedwith warm substance.Pure Form, Mother of the most perfectBeing, lift thyself up to the Light for us,now as we toil and in the hour when wecomplete the Work! Well I thought it was cool anyway, and it beats watching Eastenders!

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nedjelja, 03.01.2010.

Gnostic Mass

On Saturday I went to my second Gnostic Mass at Ameth Lodge. It was great, I was looking forward to it more now that I knew more about the mass than the first time I went and had put some more study into it and got hold of a copy of Mystery of Mystery the red flame journal all about the mass. I don't think I could compare the two masses I've been to with each other. They had their own feel to them and I wonder if every mass will be like that. This one seemed very romantic and sensual, probably because the Priest has this wonderful Spanish (I think) accent and the Priestess had a rich Irish one.Before the mass they ordained the Deacon (Congratulations!), and that was really cool to have seen. At one point she made a swift movement at the veiled altar and shouted something in greek which was really powerful to have watched. (Actually it may have been during the Baptism, I am unsure)Then afterwords myself and two others were baptized into the EGC. The ritual of the baptism can be found Here if you want to read it. I think the baptism is summed up perfectly on that website where it says: "baptism represents a symbolic birth into the Thelemic community", and that's exactly what it was.Big thanks to those who sponsored me. I didn't choke on the cake of light this time! Haha! But I did get awful stage fright.Everyone was really nice, and I'm very pleased to have joined a community of such cool people.So how cool is that - At the start of October last year I stated I wanted to do something, and now it has happened!That is all I have to say really, I look forward to the next one.

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petak, 01.01.2010.

Baby Got Baptism

She got baptized but she don't know whyAll she can do is coo an' cry'Cause when a girl gets elected inna bitta hasteAn' don't know His Saving GraceShe gets sprinkledInna shallow fontNo full immersion, just a frontShe's not Jesus acceptin'Ain't nuttin' but a baby wettin'No, gotta axe Him be your Save-yaYour Faith professa'Tha Bible tried to warn yallNevermind your Pope, who's all"Me so holy!"Well, forget ol' St. AustinCouncil of Mela don't mean nothin'Mark sixteen, sixteen... belief before ya get tha sheenYa gotta know HimTo get tha ball rollin'Ya met, wet, then born again with no regretI'm tired of heresiesSaying baptism's all you needSalvation is by Grace through Faith, ya knowBut baby knows zero, soMothers (praise!), fathers (praise!)"Suffer them to come to Me" (hallelujah!)But sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle,sprinkle don't do a thangBaby got baptismYou know you love Christian rap from America, just admit it already. It's not as inately comedic as that hare krishna metal/rap though - But will anything ever be? More on why I'm posting stupid song lyrics to follow later.

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srijeda, 30.12.2009.

College Makes My Brain Think

I'm in the final two weeks of college and I've just done the first week. It was very difficult and the highly odd pupils that surround me during it are very unhelpful.For example.. On Tuesday or Wednesday, I forget which; This guy... Let's use his first initial, J (For they are all over the internet like a rash, poxy student scum) who sits next to me was drawing on a blank sheet of paper. What he was drawing was my name, stylized in bubble letters. Just like a love sick girl would do aged 11. After I saw this I never looked back at him again for the rest of the day, for fear of being handed flowers or getting pashed.Then on Thursday a girl named after a stone, so we'll call her Pebble, asked to borrow my mobile to make a call. Being the giving sort I handed it over to her. She made the call which went something like "I got your number on my phone but I don't know you. Why do you keep calling me? Who are you?" and then handed the phone back to me saying "I've been getting prank calls". Right... So naturally ever since then I've been getting prank calls. I doesn't bother me as I seem to never notice them, I wake up the morning and I notice three or so missed calls at 3 and 5 am. If I ever do manage to notice them and answer I shall jerk off loudly down the phone line.. For why should they have all the sick and twisted thrills?Then on Friday another boy who sits next to me named R and who is very shy tried to befriend me. He wasn't very good at conversation and the most he's ever said in that regard is "Do you like Only Fools and Horses?" I lied and said yes to help him along. So being of little use conversationally he instead tried to show his affection for me by constantly offering me polos(And I mean constantly he must have watched for when I finished each one!), which I accepted up to a point. You can't get blood from a stone despite my trying to talk to him, and there are only so many sweets a boy can eat before he dies of diabetes.So that was my week in college, expressed through the characters I met along the way.

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ponedjeljak, 28.12.2009.

Bleep

College today was really tiring.I got an Oyster card today. I like it when it goes bleep. Bleeping is good. Do you like it when it goes bleep too?

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srijeda, 23.12.2009.

Glove Trance

Due to the weather being so cold I brought myself some gloves - I've never worn them before since childhood and even then I probably kept taking them off (Oh god, he's going on about gloves... How bloody boring!).... Anyway, these gloves, combined with all the other layers I'm wearing - Scarf, Jacket, Hat, etc, plus headphones in my ears, are providing an interesting experience in sensory deprivation. I all I can feel is slight warmth and woolen fibers.Being naturally inclined to retreat into my head and prone to day dreaming, not to mention my constant twiddling and fidgeting - it is becoming very difficult to not slip into a coma, having no sensory connection to my body or hands.Examples of this are how today wearing all the above clobber I missed a train stop on the way to work and had to get off and catch another train back to the stop. Then in the evening coming home on the bus from the train stop I zoned out again and rode the bus to end of the rout. Thankfully it stopped near my town hall, and not somewhere miles away - Erk, Imagine if I was on a Number 25 and snapped out of it somewhere in bow! My eyes are wide open and I can even remember what I saw, but I was in a trance, thinking about the most stupid and inane things - "I wonder what it's like to do administration for the freemasons?" !?!Gawd, I'm such a tripped out bimbo, it's unreal.

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ponedjeljak, 21.12.2009.

Chocolate Is Bad

There was some mix up and miss-communication that lead to me receiving three different birthday cakes.I never want to see chocolate again.I almost took one to college with me - Imagine the looks I'd have gotten passing it around mid lecture, as if it wasn't enough being the only effeminate homosexual amid a college of muslims and sober looking immigrants, and terrifying cockney girls who have bore more children than China.

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četvrtak, 17.12.2009.

Crappy Crappy Day

I couldn't get onto LJ for a while and I needed to rant, so I posted this in a forum:"In College on the induction day we had to do two exams for English and Numeracy. Each one had 72 questions, and we were marked into five groupings from the Lowest E1 (Or N1 for numeracy), to the highest E5.My English exam was marked E3, average. My Numeracy was marked N4. In the English exam I had answered 65 of the 72 questions correctly, in the other exam where I got the higher mark I managed 61 out of 72.Forget how the hell I could be in a higher grade for Math yet answered less questions How can I have answered 65 of the questions correctly and been average?! If I had answered 66 would I be in the higher category? If all were answered would I be at the top?"And no, it was not calculated by percentages.Also: Two people named Sotiris and Asma (!) mocked my surname (Askey) when they thought I couldn't hear them. Now when you sound like you have an illness for a name I really think you should keep your opinions to yourself.Also once more: I've cut my foot. It's nast, I can't walk on it without shoes on without extreme pain because it's right on my heel.And then it snowed!

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utorak, 15.12.2009.

Cheese Cake Heals

Today I went up into covent garden to have a mooch about - a favorite pastime of mine. I made an awful choice in taking the bus to get there - It's like a 40 minuet journey on one of those number 25 stretched buses that are always full of people that you usually have to stand up in till you reach Mile End. It was cold out too and I was wearing a silly woolen hoodie thing, and sniffled verily.By the time I got to Covent Garden I was feeling quite ill. I went into a bookshop and brought something - The lady behind the desk tried to have a conversation with me, but I was feeling horrid and went all gormless with my "Yes, thank you"'s.I had lunch in a cafe and felt better afterwards.Then I brought The Mighty Boosh series two on DVD - Hurrah!Then I dashed back home (By bus - more fool me!) just in time for some college swizz I had at 3.20.... Yeah, the day was actually quite dull. But when did I ever claim I had a life? :P

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nedjelja, 13.12.2009.

26th of February

Next Sunday I will be Twenty.So as this is my last week as a teenager, what teenage acts should I perform before it's too late?

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