ON THE MENU FOR TODAY: Adrenaline is really pretty awesome. I've probably passed the best of my summer with a bit of a spark. In even better news, I have some thoughts to share. Does anybody believe in faeries? Not just pixies and goblins or what have you, but the plethora of otherworldly kin. Most can't see them. Some can only sense them. A few can even communicate well with them. I've had a couple people laugh at me for believing in Domova, the namesake of this blog. When I created this blog, I'd only known her for two hours. But she was definitely special. Lore purists will scoff at me talking about a female Domovoy. Tradition says they are always male, always in a red shirt with a blue belt. Their traits have supposedly been marked to a science. I disagree. This goes for all fae. Just because "experts" in "lore" profile them down to every hair on their head, or lack thereof, means nothing. Excuse this next part, I beg you, but it's like saying that every German is a nazi; every Asian eats rice; every Irish person loving to drink; etc. Profiling can never be 100% accurate. Actually, let me describe Domova's actual traits. She's protective of me, sleeps wherever she feels like it, and cleans the demonic energy out of the house. She likes rewards, but doesn't mind working for love. Red shirt? Beats me, I can only sense her and communicate with her.
TYPE BREAK FOR: S'mores. 45 seconds to microwaved yum.
Sometimes you learn the strongest, most perception-altering philosophies from television. Not kidding. I was watching House just half an hour ago, and he told a girl with an unknown diagnosis (thought she had an untreatable brain tumor, turned out to have scattered tapeworms) that there is no real way to die with dignity - only to live with it. I spent the rest of the episode, well, most of it anyway, pondering this. You can have impeccable dignity right up until the moment you pass on, but after that, the body's just a shell, right? Like from a hermit crab grown too big for its previous home. True, I'm looking at it from a very pagan view, but it makes sense, right? If you're Christian, you believe you'll be spending the rest of forever in either heaven or hell, so honestly... what's the point of having a lavish 7k funeral, when you're just worm food? Pardon my brazen attitude towards this, but cremation really does happen to be more ecofriendly, and you're poor family can use the couple thousand dollars to pay those stupid bills you left them with.
IN THE LIFE OF GRACIE:
My summer has pretty much ended. who knows, I'll probably have a little more time before school starts to enjoy the time off, but so far, August is bleak. Nevertheless, I got a satisfying fill this weekend. Friday, my Num Nums and I went to the zoo, my first real visit to one. Saturday, he was MIA. Sunday, we went to the local mini-carnival to ride bumper cars and eat elephant ears, which he had never eaten. Yesterday, my sister, her friend, and I all went to Six Flags Great America, another first for me. It was really amazing. I'm totally an adrenaline junkie. The Superman ride was probably the best we rode, and we got on again just to see what it was like in the front row. Sitting in the front row on a high-thrill roller coaster is always better. It's more surprising, because you're the first to drop.
Review: The Dark Knight Train Terminal theme ride. It was terrible. The ride is super-new, so it was an hour and a half in line, awesome custom art, a really neat terminal lobby with a newscast featuring Harvey Dent. Inside the ride (It's an indoor roller coaster), there were a couple sharp turns and one drop, but the decorations were kind of Party-City-Halloween-Lawn-Ornament style. Sure, one little diorama had a strobe light... but it was actually in a box. For how much they built up the long alk into the ride, I really, truly expect it to flop soon. Faster than the Deja Vu anyway.
THE END. GRACIE.
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