So, anyway, my Junior-Senior years... I had been given the nickname of "Hippie" my freshman year of high school by one of our resident drug dealers in Big Timber. It becames more widely used by my Junior year. If someone didn't know my name, they simply knew me as "that hippy girl". After going to college, I wasn't really a hippy compared to other people. I was in my small town, though. I guess it was mainly because I dressed similar to one and I was constantly about peace and love. I became content with myself for the most part in these years. I honestly loved my last two years of high school because I could give a rat's ass of what people thought of me. Once I developed that mentality, it seemed more people respected and liked me. So that strategy worked. I wasn't a typical high schooler. I rebelled by following most of the rules. I didn't party simply because before I was a Christian I drank because I was depressed and that was no reason to drink. I didn't want that to be my reason, so I went on sabbatical.
I came into more turmoil in college in the area of relationships and dating. I hadn't done too much of it in my little home-towm and had been told quite a bit that I was ugly basically. I had a couple long distant relationships and nothing became of them. So, when a guy told my I was pretty I kind of got confused. It is hard to describe, but first guy who noticed me I got into. He just wanted to screw around and have fun in college and I wanted a relationship. So...that didn't work out. I dated another guy that year but our beliefs conflicted in many ways I considered important, so I broke it off. I never talked to him after that. And, Abe, if you read this I am sorry. I was very much changing and learning about myself during this time. Other then experiencing college as most people do (minus the drinking cuz I was on sabbatical), I learned a lot about myself. I loved college, although I was not as dedicated as I should have been. I ran low on funds and ended up having to put off college for awhile after the middle of my sophmore year. As of now, I am still low on funds. But, I do plan on going back for years and years. I believe I will need 5 degrees to get into want I really want to do for the rest of my life. I want to write, do some vast research, and perhaps be a professor one day. I need degrees in pshycology, Engish, science, religion, and history. I figure more people don't do serious publishing until they are like 40+ years old and people don't tend to get famous until after they are dead. So, it all works out for now. :-)
I was a typical Evangelical Christian until college. Odds are you would have found me annoying. I believe completely in the Bible and that Jesus was literally the Son of God and died for all of humanity's sins. I do not however expect others to believe what I do, as long as they respect what I believe. If they do that I willl answer any questions they have as long as they don't mind questions from me. I am way into knowledge and love to learn more and more. I tend to surround myself with "strange" people who I can learn new things from. People who aren't geeks tend to bore me. I currently help orchestrate a religious/phylosophical group non-school related. Unfortunately, religious or culteral diversity is hard to come by here in Montana. I have come past some luck, though, and been able to develop relationships with a Druid and a Hindu. I do not have any typical Christians in the group because I have to face the facts that many think I am exposing myelf to sin by learning about other religions. Plus, they tend to start arguements rather then just gain knowledge. I figure if someone wants to believe what I do that is well and good, but if they don't I want to make myself at least a little interesting.
I have a weird aspect of myself. I consider it a gift from God (although I tend to not understand why I have it). I tend to sense and sometimes see spirits. I can often hear what they are thinking, which always differs from what they tend to say. It is actually hard to describe. When I see them, I see them in a way no one I am aware ever sees them. Instead of being a wispy spirit or a dark shodowy figure, I see them as clearn and blurry/wavy. I would best say it is like the image a person sees above a fire. The gases above the flame are obviously moving, but they are clear. They all look just like that. I also say I hear what they are really thinking because I litterally do. Often times a spirit could often convey through EVP or other phenomenon words. I hear whispers in the back of my mind from their mind that have always been exactly opposite of what they seem to tell others. For example, there was a spirit in the pool area at the Hotel I work at. It conveyed that it was a Native American spirit and it had been barried there long ago. He would move chairs pretty often, and every once in awhile move other things through the air. He had a tendancy to stare at people from the pool area. They pool is right beside the lobby and viewable through glass that surrounds it. I had a met a friend who could see spirits, although she saw them as the typical shady images. At that time I thought the spirit-seeing was just my overactive imagination. Then this experience confirmed all the things I had experienced in the past. Well, one night this friend came and I told her to describe the spirit in the pool. It had gotten angered that we noticed it and for the first time ever left the pool area and came into the lobby. I asked her to tell me what it looked like. I wanted to see if I was seeing what she was seeing. The spirit used to appear to me always as a Native Ameican warrior. Well that night when it came out of the pool-area, it appeared to have the fact of a horse. That is all I could tell. The friend saw a long face with pointed ears. It was standing upright to both of us. Needless to say, I had to pray it away cuz I kept getting the feeling that it wanted to harm us and I am not down with that. So I hope that explains that a bit, but I doubt it. I guess that makes this gift makes me a bit of a demonologist.
After a severe mistake in a relationship that developed while I worked the night shift at the Hampton, I met my husband Dave. He is opposite me in ways that I need to be more even-keel in and the same with me in the areas we need to be the same in. I love him. He is fun. :-) We married at my parents little farm on August 7, 2004. Other then windy weather that almost blew over the canopy we stood under...all went just fine. My mom went a bit crazy in wedding preparations for a girl who just wanted to elope. She did very well there actually. My best friend in the world, Emily, was my maid of honor. You can find her picture among the Friends pages as well. She was my manager at a my previous job. She is quite cool and kicks me in me ass when I need it. I hope she manages a place again. She was great hard-ass manager.
So now I am just working at the Hampton every now and again and Dave is managing a car wash. Currently he is the only one working there because after his most recent boss died in a motorcycle accident two weeks ago, everyone quit. The car wash is pretty much broken into pieces because his boss had left it that way. So, Dave and I are going to be busy running about town when he can to get the damned thing fixed. I didn't realize how much of a pain having a husband who's a manager would be. And life goes on.
P.S. I really really hate most people cuz they are all dumbasses. Thank You for reading :-)
