Witch @ MindSay

So after much persuastion by my friend I finally decided that even though I am dead tired from work AND have a paper to work on, i should go. So I threw together a costume last minute from stuff I already had , a purple dress, a hat... My friend, as you can see has spent a whole lot more effort on her costume - she's a demonic geisha. When I arrived at her house took us a while to still finish her costume's make up.

Went to a bar. I have tried blueberry tea (it's blueberry tea with something added to it, tastes actually good, if I do say so myself). And then some beer and fries. I had to leave, but alcohol makes me so sleepy goddamn. I did manage to show up to work though and I did have a stupid moment of ... if there are 36 bills of 5's in my hand, how much money do I have? right in front of the store owner. bleh bleh. I think I pulled myself through the day more or less competantly. I got home, and went to sleep at 6 (a "nap") and woke up at 9 today or so. bleh. Oversleeping headache AND missing out my morning class.

first of all hi! i am shaine the author of this site, :3 i don't know you and you don't know me but at least i can sense you are a girl also like me,.

i am from the philippines and if indeed you have never been there i'd say you're missing half of God's glorious gifts..
my country is really a great place with great and nice people living hand in hand.

im no witch, just to let you know, i just love imagining how nice it would be if witches are true but this time they are nice and helpful in the good ways ofcourse. women are essentially witches in such ways. they are really amusing at first sight, faking with their beauty but a litle bit of a terror inside haha :) just kiddin' gurls but i often get the same comment from some men i knew. we throw spells on the guys we like, and sometimes a bad one for our enemies ( which we shouldn't need to have and do) we are captivating, and we have our own styles of doing it. we go elsewhere with our magic broom stick gathering spices and tools for our enchanting.

well, this blogsite is basically for you a girl like me, i just want to somehow maybe encourage you with my life stories which i am ready to share with you for the next moments...

enjoy reading and thank you :3

lovelots,
shaine

Today I went to the zoo and this amusement park type thing with my family. The animals were really cute, but it was really weird there and most of the people who were there were obnoxious, overweight families. There were not many different types of people. Therefore, I stood out a lot. This little boy asked me if I was a witch. I told him I was. He also asked me where my broomstick was, but then his father got mad at him for calling me a witch. I said that I didn't mind. I actually am very flattered that the boy thought I was a witch.

Really nicely done video - Heart of the Witch

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPslo1DpE0E

"Mommy, look at the WITCH!"

 

It's every mother's worry that their little angelic child will blurt out something about a stranger in public.  The kid can't help it.  They see someone unusual or funny or different and they gotta belt out a reaction.  I find this precious.  The mother of the child who called me a witch was very observant, however she wouldn't have really appreciated that, she just thought he was being rude.  I reacted with hysterical laughter, giggling to the point of almost losing my breath (sometimes I laugh that hard) because for a second there I had thought the child called me a BITCH.  He was about four years old, the age when kids can't totally pronounce words just right, the age when they're bound to repeat naughty words if they hear them and say them at in appropriate times. 

 

Like yesterday when I was shopping at Target for a memory card reader and associated software to recover photos from a corrupted memory card from my digital camera.  That and shopping for other things, too, just doing an everyday sort of thing.  I didn't think I was dressed like a Halloweeny kind of witch, however I do wear clothing that marks me as different.  I don't wear T-shirts or jeans, I prefer to wear dresses or loose trousers, rayon batiked sarongs and ponchos, silk jackets and anything Bohemian-esque.  My hair is long, goes down, right down and almost over my ass.  I wear big jewelry and sometimes I jingle when I walk.  I also have long, painted nails bejewelled with large cocktail rings I find at thrift and imports stores. 

 

But mostly I wear black.  Not because I'm morbid.  Black just tends to be easy to mix and match.  Yesterday I wore a black mesh cashmere sweater over a purple dragonfly batik poncho.  My heavy black leather boots give me four inches to my height and peek underneath my black rayon goucho pants sorta like the boots on the characters from Star Trek (the original series).  I guess that's very witchy looking.  But for me this is everyday wear.  My signiture look, if you will.  I was just minding my own way through the store when that little angel shouted out to his mother I was a witch.

 

Why do things like that always happen to me at Target?  Target is usually, in my opinion, way better and much more laid back than Walmart, but it's still a major department store and prone to be populated by the general public.  So I guess I'd stand out there just as much as anywhere else.

 

Before the mother could apologise to me for her kid's observation, she was in shock.  "Did he just call you a..." she didn't want to make her thoughts loud, but I got the point.  "No," I assured her, "I really am a Witch.  See?"  And I took out a lip gloss wand from my purse (giggling as musically as I could) and blessed her kid.  He blushed.  "There, now I have YOU under my spell!"  The little boy danced in a circle and couldn't stop laughing.  Now the mother was laughing by that time, too.  Our laughter attracted other customers.  It quickly became a shared joy. 

 

Sure, I could've gotten angry or frustrated.  I could have corrected the little angelic monster child for being accidentally rude.  But I really am a Witch.  And I forget that being called one is still considered an insult to the general population. There was no need to explain to him, or to his mother, what me really being a witch really meant.  It was obvious that the child really thought I was cool.

 

It's such a blessing when a little one recognizes you like that.  If I'm cool to that kid, then I must be really, really, really cool because children have no adult bias or prejudice.  For all I know I just granted him a fairy Godmother wish.  You never know.  All I know is that it made everyone around me smile.