Tarot cards are the weirdest things. Given, there's no real power in them unless the reader and the questioner both deeply believe and trust in the principles of La Fortuna. During the movie-marathon (consisting of "10 Things I Hate About You" and "A Life Less Ordinary") I decided to do a tarot reading just for shits and giggles. Funny thing is, the cards played out exactly to current circumstances. The couple in question just had a general reading (the questions, which proved to be even more unusual/entertaining) and the cards suggested that one of them isn't telling the other some doubts which they have. 'Course, couldn't tell em that so I just redirected it to one of their families.

And Karen, thank you for revealing that bit of yourself to sis and I. You don't know how much it means to me that you'd disclose such personal information.

Everyone finally found out exactly who I was crushing on at the moment. (I had only planned to show Karen and/or Matt, but peer pressure was severe) When I showed his picture, one even said "Oh, EVERYONE has a crush on him!" Hearing that makes the idea a little less appealing to me (a la Lizzy telling me about everyone's infatuation with DJ) but I'm still plagued by dreams. And it's been a while since I've been able to remember any dream... but I don't want to remember these new ones.

They are too graphic, too real.

That's the reason why this whole ordeal's been eating me up inside.

And that is why I didn't mention that part while at the party.

. . .

In other news, I need to get to work on my school work. I dedicate today for my art assignment, and the remainder of the week for that paper I must write.

Gech.