- Mood:
Anger
- Listening to: Breakfast by the Newsboys
- Reading: Queen of the Darkness
- Watching: the screen
- Drinking: water
Hypatia of Alexandria
Saint Benedict the Moor
Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough
September 25th
January 5th
Those are just a few of the things i've been researching of recent. You may be asking, why? Well, because i was bored and a friend asked me to look up Saint Christopher for him. That sent me on a trip to research many saints, in a seemingly neverending quest to find a patron saint of mine own. Again, you may ask why? I admit that I am not catholic. But suddenly the need to hold my great-grandmother's rosary and recite a Hail Mary and have a patron saint of my own plagued me.
Then, I decided to research my date of birth. September 25th. Facsinating stuff happened on my birthday. I share it with A murderer, a mythbuster, an actor, an astrologer, a shogun and many others. Not to mention that many people died on my birthday as well. For example, Bobby Carter left this world, just as I entered it in 1988. I found that to be rather facsinating.
Moving on from that... I seem to have a touch of writer's block. yesterday my fingers typed furiously the poem that I have titled "None Love As I" and after that I feel incredibly drained of any inspiration. This, too, sent me on a quest to find a patron saint for writers. I cannot explain it.
Then I tried to find a saint Sarah which is close to Sarai, since I figured that there were no saint Sarai's. The only one is Sarah, Abraham's wife. And her name started out as Sarai, so I guess that works out....I'm being very random, I apologize.
Today I plan to work on a story that I have laid aside entirely to long. I will obviously be posting its prologue/1st chapter soon for all to read if they wish. And maybe, someone can wish me up some inspiration so that i might actually finish this story! That it might not lie in a shallow grave with its brothers and sisters, because I have at least 100 unfinished stories that cry out for a proper funeral.
In closing: The boogie man did it. If you don't know what he did, then I don't either.
Chlosterol is bad.
Sarai is entirely to tired for her or anyone else's good.
And is too sad to write much more of this upbeat/random crap. Can't stall the emotions for long.
Enjoy your days, good luck and sweet dreams/realities.
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