Kiss my butt, Kazama!

I wonder how I can get Alan Rickman to appear in MY bedroom.? *lol*

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You were born on a Thursday and Metatron is the ArchAngel assigned to the day of your birth.
Born: Thursday
Presiding Archangel: Metatron
Assignation: Thought
Daily Affirmation: "I can create from the power of my own thoughts."

Celestial Title: Angel of the Covenant

Archangel Metatron, also referred to as the 'Chancellor of Heaven', and in some angelology circles is said to be more powerful than Gabriel or Michael. Metatron is assigned to the sustenance of mankind and holds the link between human and the divine. Consequently he is able to infiltrate earthly intelligence very easily. He supervises our thoughts and deeds and assists us in recording them for future access. Metatron's objective is to keep your thoughts free of clutter so that your are ready and able to receive the truths that will allow you to become the best you can be. He will help you connect to your own truth and higher self if you ask.

Metatron reminds us that everything begins with a thought. This angel sparks our imagination and fuels our own powers of manifestation.

Zannah..
Associations & Assignments

Like any entity charged with duties and responsibilities, Archangels have certain associations of creation that are engraved in the very fibers of their etheric being. They are handed specifics to govern. Its these assignments that bring them into this dimension where they can participate with us.

Celestial Order: Seraphim
Day: Watches over those born on Thursday
Chakra: Throat (5th)
Color: Lapis Blue
Planetary assignment: Earth (the only angel believed to be married to the Earth by God)
Main Issue: Communication, Self-expression
Sense: Sound/hearing
Fragrances/Incense/Oils: Chamomile, Myrrh
Crystals: Lapis lazuli, Turquoise, Aquamarine
Life Lesson: Personal expression
Altar suggestions: Piece of turquoise and a blue bowl for floating white rose candles; small bell representing sound and resonance; a collection of poems in a handmade box with various blue inlaid; turquoise/lapis lazuli necklace; a small bottle white for holy water or musk oil and of course, a Prayer Chest.

I was supposed to

update well before now. *sigh*
I guess I'll sum up -

Sunday (8/19)
Went to Club Hell with her. Pretty much for both of us to see the cuddle slut, as her visiting boy was refusing/unable/not allowed to go. So I'm getting ready, and she says "I'm taking a shower but I'm not going." And I'm putting on makeup and she says "I'm trying on this shirt you brought but I'm not going." And I'm putting on the finishing touches and she says "*sigh* I'm putting on makeup, I'm going aren't' I?"
RRiiiigggghhhhtttt.
Please see Rigel's LJ regarding Harry Potter. I still can't believe what an asshole he was. Grrr. Stupid 18 year old Harry Potter wanna be, I'll bet HE'S in Slytherin.
The kewl thing was hanging about with Steve. He was macking on a girl, which I New about, but he went to Bickford's with me and Rigel while she worked on HP, and I reassured myself that he wasn't a total freak. I want to hang out with him more often. We were doing more together, since Theresa's birthday and subsequent Voltaire trip. He's my cheesecake eatin' hero! *grin* Seriously, talking things over with him always gives me a different perspective, and he's not afraid to tell me what he thinks. I finally told him about some things going on and I feel much better about my choices now. I guess I just needed a bit of "Hey, you're not wrong, in theory." I've always accepted that my execution might be wrong, but the theory is usually solid.
I got home late enough that I don't want to admit to it. Leading to:

Monday - Major suck. Headache, not hangover just lack of sleep. Crappy short day at work. The Ceremony which NOONE goes to anymore. *sigh* It's just no fun without my friends there, I HATE the frickin newbies, they can be so dumb. The only one worth talking to is the cute bartender. BillPorn did show up, which was nice AND the only high point. Went home early, should have left MUCH earlier.
To get a call from Her. Which really saved me, I REALLY didn't want to go by myself to.....

Tuesday - *sigh* Rogue. Pick up Rydia at work, about 2, get to know NEW route to NYC which was SO cool. it didn't suck like the concrete jungle that 95 is. Somebody needs to chill tho. *giggle* You stress to much when you navigate. Found the way rather easily, with some of the best NYC company I've had. Drop off the "need to pee" freak. *evil grin* and I found a fairly cheap, safe lot and decide to dump the car. Walk about 4 blocks back to the Warwick, where they graciously let me use their bathroom, and change. I'm off to the NY Public Library to meet Aimee, and have dinner. She looks SO good! She was sitting exactly between the lions and got up and ran down the stairs to greet me, and was SO happy to see me. We're not close, but sometimes I' feel like I know her better than I think. We walk and talk and find a jewel of a restaurant down a street. GREAT Thai place, super cheap. I have the address and WILL be eating there again. Aimee is so kewl she walks me to the Limelight, shows me which train to catch AND takes my overnight bag so I don't have to take it in.

The concert was phenomenal as always! *sigh* I have to apologize again to Tyg3r, she hung with me on the balcony, and got Rogue Perky First hand! Honestly, they sound tight, but tired, and they have a huge tour to go. They won't even hit Boston til November. But, *evil grin* I get to see them Saturday night, after I get to seeVoltaire too.

The night after that took, I guess, a tired turn. Getting to Jersey City was torture, my feetsies HURT! Aimee graciously picked me up at the station, walking, and was even better about walking back to the 24 hour store after my shower, when I discovered I needed "girly" Items.
I found it hard to sleep though and felt totally drained. So I got up just after she went to work the next day, got back to the city and immediately got the car and drove home. It was expensive, even without a hotel, and I ran out of money near the Henry Hudson toll, I gave the guy all nickels. he laughed at me, but I had the toll *evil grin*
Made it home and fell over. Couldn't even make it to ManRay. bad Grrl. *giggle*

I'll have to get to the aborted strip trip, and weekend later. I have to sort stuff for laundry. I should know if I'm getting my illicit day off on Thursday, and if that's when I should do laundry.
Four days and I go to Atlanta!!
Whoo hoo!

OHmigawd!

OK, I'm giving you fair warning, I'm about to go all girly and schmoopy.
You have been warned....
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HOLY CRAP CAPTAIN CHARMING CALLED ME!!!!!!
*Happy dance of attention getting joy*
*boing boing boing*
I'm so pathetic.
So he'd gone on vacation, and is just now finally returning all his calls. He was VERY apologetic about missing me, and was very bummed about missing the show. We talked about the band, about how thee Limelight is closing again (it's part of a bankruptcy), he promised to be coming to Boston soon. We talked about his new documentary, which I proimised to come to NYC for, and about Aimee's small apartment.
Here's the NAUGHTY part. *evil grin*
He's moved, and gave me the new address for me to send him a Cruxshadows mix CD.
It's his own one bedroom, and, as he says "Has plenty of room for guests so PLEASE, feel free to come visit." It's on the Upper east side. *drool* it's a one bedroom, so I'd have a couch. (Still harboring the secret desire to share BED not COUCH but refusing to voice it further.)
He used the word "psychodrama" in a sentence. *giggle* The place he was living in, with a friend, had the addition of the roomie's gf. And she was, "psycho" and "dramatic" and I said "Welcome to the wonderful world of Psychodrama, ManRay style." He laughed and said "Yes, it did incur some 'Psychodrama.'" *naughty giggle*
I refused to stay on the phone long, as I was at work, and I'm sure he was terribly busy.
But he called, and didn't just forget like I thought he might. He's just so busy and charming and nice, and *sigh*
Sad.
Very sad.
On cloud nine, but, just, sad.
*evil grin*