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Black Magic Woman
Nov. 13th, 2002 07:51 pmI've got a headache.
My insomnia is getting worse by the minute. I was awake until 7 this morning, at which point I decided to screw my classes and get some sleep. So I slept through all my classes today and I will definitely get points deducted from my grades because of it. Not that I care. I just want me nice happy C's and I will be content. 10 days till finals. My body is so sick of getting up in the mornings. It's definitely ready to get back on a nocturnal schedule. It misses Court TV. I can't wait to go home.
And yesterday I went to the mall. Bought a little bedside lamp because I'm sick and tired of the stupid overhead. Unfortunately I forgot to by light bulbs. Aren't I a genius? I also bought two books at Walden. I bought a copy of the Necronomicon and Konstantinos's Gothic Grimoire.
The Necronomicon is an absolute gas. It's so obviously fake. I can't believe anyone with even the slightest amount of occult knowledge would think that anything within its pages is authentic. It's all just reworked and misinterpretted Sumerian myth. And the rituals are pure Thelema. I swear someone was reading a little too much Crowley when they came up with this hoax!
Gothic Grimoire on the other hand is good, just slow moving. I have discovered in recent days that Black Magical texts, though appearing all dark and exciting are actually quite boring. Black magic is a ritual heavy endevour. You got like 25 pages of invocations and banishings before you even get to any concrete ritual actions. No wonder so few people practice it. It's not that people don't want to it's just that the literature is so hard to get through.
So on Thursday me, Gabriela, Craig and Deb southern are all sitting down with the pricks upstairs and drawing a line. We are going to set concrete quiet hours and if they play their music loud enough for my walls to vibrate they will get kicked out. Plain and simple. Apparently no one else in our complex has the balls to actually sit down with these guys and tell them to their face to shut the fuck up. Personally, I don't care. I hate these schmucks, I want them out, I don't give a shit what they think of me or how they retaliate, because I can cause them a lot more harm then they can even think of causing me.
*yawn* I have more to write about,like the attacks on my new lack of faith on the religion forum, or how I really want to cut my hair, or how I'm psychoanalysing one of my peers this evening, but I'm tired and writing about that would require a level of concentration I'm lacking at the moment.
Back to the apartment I go.
Carla
My insomnia is getting worse by the minute. I was awake until 7 this morning, at which point I decided to screw my classes and get some sleep. So I slept through all my classes today and I will definitely get points deducted from my grades because of it. Not that I care. I just want me nice happy C's and I will be content. 10 days till finals. My body is so sick of getting up in the mornings. It's definitely ready to get back on a nocturnal schedule. It misses Court TV. I can't wait to go home.
And yesterday I went to the mall. Bought a little bedside lamp because I'm sick and tired of the stupid overhead. Unfortunately I forgot to by light bulbs. Aren't I a genius? I also bought two books at Walden. I bought a copy of the Necronomicon and Konstantinos's Gothic Grimoire.
The Necronomicon is an absolute gas. It's so obviously fake. I can't believe anyone with even the slightest amount of occult knowledge would think that anything within its pages is authentic. It's all just reworked and misinterpretted Sumerian myth. And the rituals are pure Thelema. I swear someone was reading a little too much Crowley when they came up with this hoax!
Gothic Grimoire on the other hand is good, just slow moving. I have discovered in recent days that Black Magical texts, though appearing all dark and exciting are actually quite boring. Black magic is a ritual heavy endevour. You got like 25 pages of invocations and banishings before you even get to any concrete ritual actions. No wonder so few people practice it. It's not that people don't want to it's just that the literature is so hard to get through.
So on Thursday me, Gabriela, Craig and Deb southern are all sitting down with the pricks upstairs and drawing a line. We are going to set concrete quiet hours and if they play their music loud enough for my walls to vibrate they will get kicked out. Plain and simple. Apparently no one else in our complex has the balls to actually sit down with these guys and tell them to their face to shut the fuck up. Personally, I don't care. I hate these schmucks, I want them out, I don't give a shit what they think of me or how they retaliate, because I can cause them a lot more harm then they can even think of causing me.
*yawn* I have more to write about,like the attacks on my new lack of faith on the religion forum, or how I really want to cut my hair, or how I'm psychoanalysing one of my peers this evening, but I'm tired and writing about that would require a level of concentration I'm lacking at the moment.
Back to the apartment I go.
Carla
