2001-01-11T18:37:00.000-08:00

1/11/01

I guess I should be happy, people don't hate me for being a wiccan... But I think I have it a little worse than that. Beleive me, you would rather people hate you for something, than think you're doing it for attention. Its horrible, either people think that, think I'm lying, or think i'm a freak and ask me to curse people for them.
Yeah, I know I should be greatful that I don't have people throwing stones at me, I thank my Lady for giving me that much, but I tend to be pessimistic anyways- the glass's half empty kinda gal. Wicca is the one thing that makes me feel good about myself. It makes my soul sing like... like a Lark.
That's how I picked my name, Skye Lark, and this is my semi-daily story. All things in here actually happened to me, I don't make stuff up, that's bad karma and just kinda dumb. So - on with today....

Today started out okay enough, usual mad dash to get all my homework done in the periods before its due at school, nice exiting lunch in Mrs. T's improv lunch club, excessive flirting with the guy I think I like (I'm not really sure, but he's the only one who doesn't seem to care that I'm Wiccan. Maybe he just doesn't beleive me *shrugs* oh well), and then after school, I realize it's Thursday. I hate Thursdays. You wanna know why? Thursday is conformation day for me. Ya know that church class thing thats really dumb and boring, where they tell you that their way is the only way? Yeah, torcher! Eh... to painful to write anymore for tonight. Talk to you guys again tomorrow.
Skye Lark

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