SO! I began my September practice in a rather large hotel in my town. The job I'm 'doing' is at the reception - but, hell, there's nothing to it!
The receptionists-in-charge are able to do everything by themselves, and I got a sucky PC that often crashes and doesn't have extras like that rather l33t card-making-machine-thingy. Besides, it's all about getting used to it and knowing all the little things one should know about the hotel, like where exactly the boss is at the moment, when he will be back and what to say when a stranger calls. Hmph, if I was the receptionist-in-charge I would be able to do so, since hey, I'd know everything and everyone would tell me everything and so I'd be informed and blah-blah-blah, blah!
The worst part are the shifts. How would you like to go home at nine in the evening, feeling like shmuck for doing absolutely nothing all day and thus wasting precious time, only to go back behind the fricking desk the next day at seven in the morning!!!
Luckily, it won't be for long. Ya see, there are six of us in the hotel - two barmen, two cleaning ladies, and two receptionists. Seeing that the students whose job is to simply clean and feel happy and tired in the end of the day are spoiled little bitches that haven't worked for a effing day in their lives, there will be a minor change. The receptionists and the cleaning ladies are switching places - so I'll be finally able to actually do something useful and go to work dressed like a normal human being while sleeping normally and going home while the sun is still high in the sky. And the little bitches are going to spend their days being bored out of their minds and chatting with the barmen and laughing in that oh-so-repulsive and preppy way we all know and love.

Okay, so in other words, I have lots of books to read and reread, since this is my last year in high school and there will be several important exams I'll have to pass. This means I'll have to abandon any plans I have for rewriting 'No way in Hell!'  and to finish that Sky High fanfic and the HP fanart I began a month ago. 

It's so hot here, I thought I was about to die while walking home from work.

I'm working in a cafe close to the city center for a week now. It's a practice from school, so I'm not getting any money. I'll work next week as well, and then I'll be free to rest for another two or three weeks before the studies for my next practice (which will be paid) begin.

I have to finish a couple of drawings for a Harry Potter/Chicago mix - the part  that introduces Billy Flint. I am such a closet Snarry fan!

I have a fic to update, another to write down and translate, and a multi-chapter one to rewrite.

And then I have arrangements with a couple of friends I haven't spoken to for quite a while.

The horror... So much to do... So lazy... The horror...

Sloth, thy name is dark precipice.

Well, I did it. I worked for a week as a translator in a Bible school. Some guys from Ohio came to my town to preach. Now, I'll be honest - the guys were nice enough and pretty likable. Some of them will even stay in BG for some time - one of them is going to spend a year here with his family. I was also their tour guide. I had a lot of fun while telling them stories about the sights and the history of my hometown. But this is when something weird happened. 

(I hate Christianity. IMHO, the only good things about it are the music and the symbolism. I hate what some so-called 'Christians' have done to people. I hate the history of Christianity, because it shows how easily something that is generally good can be twisted into a... a killing machine.)

While I was their tour guide, I walked a lot. Normally I have no problem with walking, but what's weird is that the shoes I chose and that were very comfy gave me gave blisters on my feet - on my soles. It kinda reminds me of the wounds Jesus received when crucified. Now I do NOT think I'm the nest Messiah - it just feels weird. I used to have this ability to wound myself just by thinking about it. I thought about cutting my finger one day and in a week bang! I cut my finger. It's like a subconscious-kind-of-thingy-connected-with-guilt.  

Maybe I need to do something about the shoes.

Woe is me etc. I am to work all summer (well, more like one week, if I'm not lucky) - seriously, I hope I manage to get a summer job. I will also work one month in a hotel with other idiots that are unable to write down their own names without making a spelling mistake or twenty.

Might go to Tenerife again next summer. Yay! I might also visit Barcelona again!!! 

Might go to France, but the chances to do so are slim. Tenerife is the more realistic option.

I don't wanna choose!!! It's either Tenerife or France, but not both. May only one of these two destinations become reachable! May it be as I wish!



Oh, and to make things more random - here's a pic of a dragonfly I took this morning.

Was a tour guide a week ago. Did very well. Will be a tour guide again, 7-10 July. Some American kids will come to my home town to study the differences between Orthodox Christianity and what's-it-name. I need to ask for further info on the subject.

Me again! Nothing new, nothing old, I'm currently trying to gather my marbles from the dark corners of my mind and start rewriting "No Way in Hell".

But! I have something else in my mind now, and the marbles are angry. As I browsed http://www.amazon.com I found a line of reviews on 'Urban Voodoo: A Beginner's Guide to Afro-Caribbean Magic' by S. Jason Black and Christopher S. Hyatt. This is the first book on voodoo I read (some four and half years ago), and it was like fresh air and freshly baked cookies after the stuff through which I began my journey in the occult. It gave me a kind of a start whistle, a kick in the right - at least for me - direction. Remember, I was an absolute n00b at that time; but honestly, I wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for this book. So I guess it'll always hold a special place in my heart. :)

However! Some of the reviews ( http://www.amazon.com/review/product/1561840599/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?%5Fencoding=UTF8&showViewpoints=1 )were quite... um, well, they sounded as if all the reviewer wants is a big fat thick book with gazillion of spells for each and every aspect of everyday life. I myself am only sorry that there aren't more spirits mentioned in the book... Yeah, I'm a sucker for invocations. They can't possibly expect to find all the info they need in ONE book... can they? A book is never a stair but merely one small step. And there are things like lots of practice, lots of reading, lots of thinking...  And no, a few simple, easy spells just won't do! Though there's a "Beginner's Guide" line in the title. They want teh Big Thing! They want real, serious stuff, like some huge brain-smashing ritual thing with loads of summonings, like the ones the professionals in Haiti perform. Darn, if this was in Bulgarian, I'd fuming now!

Another thing, some reviews that were left by Wiccans pissed me off too. Now, I'm okay with Wicca, it's where I started from, I have joined a community here on LJ that is full with great people that have helped me out a lot with their advice - but those guys there were mainly angry because the authors portrayed Wicca as a... eh, a bunch of fluffy crap. They weren't nice to it's followers, too. The reaction of those reviewers was to be expected, but why so angry? In every book there is a bit of truth, as long as you know how to find it. They only saw the lines in which Black and Hyatt point and snicker. They obviously didn't stop and try to think about it and were all too quick to go and bash the mean evil authors. They obviously didn't notice the useful stuff in the book - like basic information on the spirits, ideas for spells (just read the pages with the authors' personal experience - they do offer advice through these narratives, no matter what some people say)., invocations, musings, reflections... Like I said, there's a bit of truth in every book...

Ah, I almost forgot the part about the blood sacrifices. I know they seem cruel, and sometimes they are, depending on how much of a freak the performer of the sacrifice is. But what do you suggest?
Oh, I know! Let's just rip off the good parts of each ancient religion, and spit on the bad parts - mainly those that have anything to do with blood. For Gods' sake, animal sacrifices were common for every ancient religion, even the Jews committed sacrifices. And let's not go to Central America and the Aztecs or however the name is spelled!
What, you don't like my idea? Okay then, since you're so righteous, stop eating meat, stop consuming eggs and milk and fish (and honey too). Because animals are killed in order to keep us humans moving. Oh yes! And it's not just that they're killed, they're fed with chemicals - that's right, chemicals. Special fodder which makes their meat so tasty. They spend their lives in cages. That's how they become so big and fat. I know that, because I've eaten meat from home-bred animals (chicken and pork) and I've compared it with meat from the shop. And one more thing - you know those chicken legs people love so much? They're huge, no? Well then, imagine the size of the chicken they're cut from. Wonder how it became so buff. Did it visit the gym or something?...

'Kay, I'm tired now. I'd like to finish this rant. So! I liked the book, it helped me a lot, I'm glad that I bought it. Whoever thinks they wasted their money on it, well, they better rack their brain for once. I have read two of Silver Ravenwolf's books, but anyone hear me complaining? I tried to pick out the useful info among the amounts of crap, so my money didn't go to waste (unlike theirs).

Yo! I have joined Elfwood and here's the link to my profile:

http://www.elfwood.com/~precipice

I have little time to write in LJ, you know. I've got school, I've got classes, homework, projects, people who piss me off... Sucks to be me!

BUT! This isn't everything! 'Cause guess what I'll be doing next year! That's right, that's right, I'll be celebrating my 18th birthday in Britain! And if I'm lucky, I may even visit Stonehenge! Yaaay!

( I sometimes consider whether there is any point in having a journal here since I don't use it as often as I should... )

I'm back. And I can only think of three words that can describe Tenerife properly.

Magical.

Unforgettable.

Heaven.

I am so jealous of those who live there... I am jealous of them, yet I love them and miss them and wish that they were here with me. I met so many wonderful people, and the thought that I may never see them again causes my heart to ache. I did not cry for home while I was there, yet I cried when I left, and I cried the first day while telling my grandma about them - my friends, my tutors, my colleagues. I bought lots of postcards and I made lots of photos, but they are only images now. Memories. Something to look at, not something to hold, or laugh with, or talk to. Something... almost dead.

Barcelona... Oh, how I love thee! The child of Gaudi, the treasure of Spain, a treasure of stone, dreams and  inspiration... I wish I were able to spend more time in Barcelona, for I seem to have fallen in love with the city... 

I have relatives who live in Barcelona ( the lucky bastards! But I swear to all my gods, they deserve it, they know misery as well as I do) . They came home a couple of days ago and offered me to visit them next summer. All I need to do is decide whether to go by bus or plane. By bus means three awful, hellish days of traveling. By plane means a more expensive trip. And the question whether my grandma will let me go is still open for discussion. 

So anyway, I must write this down, because it's one of the most important things that would be occupying my mind in the next six months or more, besides DeviantArt (there's a pic that needs to be at least began, but it's so tiring to draw with Paint and then better the drawing with Open Canvas...), Fanfiction.net (I have plans to write an Uchiha-centered story that requires hell of a lot imagination, since it'll be a crackfic) and, of course, school in it's worst, annoying classmates, long-time-no-seen best friends, homework and tests... 

I hate my life.

Now where was I? Oh yes! There's a school project about tourism, that includes one month on the Canary islands, where the participating students will be obliged to work in order to gain some experience as waiters, bartenders etc. (well, we're just students in high school, we won't get paid, since we'll probably screw up!) However, we'll get to stay for three days in Barcelona and there might even be a small tour to Morocco. I'm the youngest in the group, the loner, but I wasn't even sure that I'll be able to go there, with all those problems I had with the documents. Luckily, the dark time of insecurities and worries has past, and now I'm ready to show the others my bright side and charm them with my out-standing intelligence and wicked sense of humor. 

Notice the irony. 

I'm not feeling very alive right now, no matter what it says up there... Yeah, the big red letters. I believe in the immortality of souls, that's why I chose this line... Sounds stupid, but it's just how I feel... 

I've become a member of DeviantArt, but I don't think I'll be much appreciated... I can only post drawings that I've made on my computer, because 1) I don't have a scanner, and 2) I'm not very good when it comes to coloring my drawings. Ah well, I'm still better than some other "artists" I've seen out there... Yet I really respect those who are truly talented and share their masterpieces with the rest of the world through the Net. What would I do without the beauty of their creations. I love beauty and I need to see beautiful things around me. Too bad I can't afford to redecorate the house... I'm just 17, I don't have a real job, and we aren't very wealthy, to be honest...

So what? I have a life to live. I have time. I have hope. And most important, I have motivation. When you've grown up like me, you tend to be very ambitious... 

I've come to realize that... all this time I've written "grabble" instead of "drabble". Imagine my humiliaion!  -_-'
Good thing I've noticed it in time! What if someone else had to tell me about it?
Here are two other fanfictions I posted in Ff.net: 

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3969206/1/Hyuuga_Neji_how_could_you

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3976240/1/Things_you_ll_never_hear_the_Uchihas_say

OMG! OMG! OMG! (Oh, no, I sound like a prep! >_<' ) I posted some of my fanfics in Fanfiction.net and I got these really nice reviews and I'm shocked cause I didn't expect anyone to like them and I'm ranting excitedly again and I sound really stupid... 
One of the reviews was awesome... I got the "Fred is dead" award (a fictional one, alas) for "Calm mind, screaming heart"... Well, I earned it! *swells with pride*
Today I found the book "Karamazov brothers" by Dostoevsky (not sure if it's like that in English) in the library. I have wanted to read it since I was told by one of my teachers that it is considered to be Dostoevsky's most brilliant work... Well, I've read some of his books and I think they're all brilliant. I always have the feeling that compared to him other works are pure crap. That's why I usually wait for a couple of weeks to pass after Dostoevsky before I read something new. 

I woke up early this morning, but I stayed in my bed for an hour or two - it was just so warm and nice... When I finally decided to get up I was told by grandmother that there's snow outside. As a matter of fact, it wasn't anything impressing - just some miserable small piles of dirty snow here and there, it was melting fast... yet this gives us hope that there'll be more snow when it becomes colder - last winter was unusually warm and that was bad for the crops. I think it's all due to the green-house effect. I'm not sure if it's spelled like that and I don't care.

Yo! Another NejiHinata! It's extremely short, I doubt there's anything shorter... but everything that I write is short and stupid, so... -_-' I don't own Naruto or it's characters, blablabla oh, I'm flattering myself right now, I worry that anyone might make a big deal of this so-called fanfic...    

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3911588/1/Wishes                                                                                       

 

I just reread Pratchett's "Witches abroad"... I really like that author, I mean, he's just unique... what he writes aren't just another bunch of stories about all-mighty heroes that fight and win cause they're Chosen or perfect or blablabla we know the drill. His characters are normal (well, I'm not sure if there is anyone that can be called normal in the Discworld XD ) people (um... most of his main characters are humans...but most doesn't mean all, does it) who have strengths and weaknesses and who make their choice and fight with all their heart for what they believe is right. The Discworld is not very different from ours... it's beautiful and fun and dangerous and dark at the same time.

I should find some info on the Internet about ancient civilizations in Central America but I'm lazy... I think I'll search tomorrow but I'd like to go out with a friend as well... er, I'll just sleep on it.