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Greetings! And happy... what the fuck holiday is it?

I've just finished masturbating not once, not twice, but thrice. I managed to get my diddling fingers on the login info for one of those pay sites. Most of the content is crap, a lot of it won't load, but ever so often I come across a gem.

Now, I'm updating my journal in order to further to procrastinate. I should be cleaning my room and getting organized. I start school tomorrow and directly afterwards I have to go to work. That will be my schedule for most of the week, so I won't have another opportunity for awhile to get it together.

I called my mom yesterday and talked her through digging up some of my old anatomy, physiology and massage therapy text books. I'm going to call her again this evening to make sure she is shipping the correct titles to me. She has a way of always sending me the exact opposite of what I ask for. Whether it's clothes, shoes, photographs... whatever. She'll say she knows the exact thing I speak of, then a few days later, "Surprise!" That's not it, at all.

While on the phone with her yesterday, I suddenly realized where my absentmindedness comes from:

"Mom! Can you please dig through my boxes of books in the garage? I need several titles for school. I'm not sure the names of them, but they are about massage therapy and anatomy. They are big. One is spiral bound."
"Oh, okay, I'm looking. Ooooh! What is this one about? Smoke and Mirrors!"
"Yes. It's a Neil Gaiman collection of short stories. I have lots of good books, feel free to read any of them. Now one of the books I need is big and blue, it has -- "
"Oh, you do have a lot of good books! Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison!"
"Yes, I know. Another book I need is smaller, it's called... Fuck. What's it called? Something about 'The Heart'... it's around 200 pages, really thin..."
"What's it called again? What's the name of the book?"

This goes on for a good 15 minutes until she suddenly rambles off a string of titles that all sound like the books I need.

I'm excited to begin classes. In order to minimizes expenses, the school loans out one textbook to the student for the duration of courses. So my other books will be very helpful in independent studies.

Later this month I'm going in for a reiki workshop and will be receiving my first attunement shortly afterwards. I haven't had a reiki session in over a year, but I've always been interested in learning more and being able to perform it on others during massage.

I also called and inquired with Barbara Brennan's school. If things go as anticipated (and they never do), I will be in Florida this time next year. Most of the course is self-study, with five meet ups throughout the year for residential training sessions.

I've been treading water for far too long. It's time to start transitioning again. Plus, I've just lost interest in the life I've been leading these days. I'm no longer motivated to party, my pastime pursuit of various men has diminished (Goddess, help me!). Since that's pretty much all my life has consisted of for the past however many months, I've been at quite a loss.

I need a tangible experience. Something more than the things that subside once the booze wears off. Something I can take with me.

I've likely mentioned this before, but I've attempted to complete massage therapy certification twice before. I love it. Some of the only times I've felt completely present is while performing massage. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a spacey person. My mind is constantly drifting and wandering. So, having to be aware of another person and their energy as well as keeping myself grounded is always an uplifting and invigorating practice for me.

My housemate ratted out my badass kitty cats when I got home today. It's my fault for getting them all wound up before I went out last night. I have the feathers on a stick toys that the love. You can see it in their eyes, this psychotic blur coats their gaze. So, I come shuffling in around noon today and both of my babies are all over me yowling and running around. Housemate says, "They took everything that was up, down. Everything that was up there, and there, and here. The speakers, the clock. Everything, except the candle. I finally threw them up the stairs and they were quiet for the rest of the night." Poor guy. I always warn people that their sweetness is really just an evil ploy.

Anyway, enough of this. Off to go clean!