My nickname is Abels Angel... or Ashtaroth but we will start will Abels
Abels is Hebrew for Breath
Angel or Angelos is Greek for Messenger
So my nick name literally means Breathing Messenger (as it turns out, friends of mine vent to me and I help them anyway I can)
Also my middle initial is "M" so if you put two "A"'s together they make AA = M
Now for Ashtaroth I had actually created my own, I just didn't know it so my name is a form or Ashtoreth who is the Phoenician goddess of love, war and fertility.
I had first named it Aztarot
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Day 2 Wednesday Dec. 21, 2011
Mood: Tired
Sign: Aries
Color: Silver
Song: Diary of Jane (Acoustic) by Breaking Benjamin
So I had a flashback of a story I wrote. it was in fifth grade and you have to understand my ADD level was off the charts...imagination level too... but in my class we had just read this book about the Aztecs and totem poles and spirits and we were required to write an alternative ending. So I was writing what I thought, then immediately I was writing an elaborate story, I read the words in my mind but it felt as if the pencil had a mind of it's own. Afterwards I realized that what I was writing was too far that I erased it all... I ,probably shouldn't have but my teacher would have seen me as weirder than weird.
But enough history; We had a staff party and it was nice. long though, my feet were hurting afterwards, I shouldn't complain though I chose to wear 4inch heels... surprisingly they have a nice comforting feel for a while at least.
Also This morning I was late for work. so I'm driving and hit every red light. after getting on the parkway There was back up because of an accident, the police took up the whole road. so I take a shortcut (not so much) and I get backed up even further on the back roads. Karma is not happy with me today...
Sign: Aries
Color: Silver
Song: Diary of Jane (Acoustic) by Breaking Benjamin
So I had a flashback of a story I wrote. it was in fifth grade and you have to understand my ADD level was off the charts...imagination level too... but in my class we had just read this book about the Aztecs and totem poles and spirits and we were required to write an alternative ending. So I was writing what I thought, then immediately I was writing an elaborate story, I read the words in my mind but it felt as if the pencil had a mind of it's own. Afterwards I realized that what I was writing was too far that I erased it all... I ,probably shouldn't have but my teacher would have seen me as weirder than weird.
But enough history; We had a staff party and it was nice. long though, my feet were hurting afterwards, I shouldn't complain though I chose to wear 4inch heels... surprisingly they have a nice comforting feel for a while at least.
Also This morning I was late for work. so I'm driving and hit every red light. after getting on the parkway There was back up because of an accident, the police took up the whole road. so I take a shortcut (not so much) and I get backed up even further on the back roads. Karma is not happy with me today...
What happens when Soda is placed at 1 degree in the Fridge
Daily Account of Abels Angel: My Jake. :) he is such a fatty and I love him
Daily Account of Abels Angel: My Jake. :) he is such a fatty and I love him: this is my cat: he is fat and old, and I love him so much. I spoil him :)
My Jake. :) he is such a fatty and I love him
Day 1 Dec. 20, 2011
Mood: Stressed
Sign: Gemini
Color: Spring Green
Song: Finding Beauty by Craig Armstrong
So I had pizza the day before. I am allergic to cheese and I was paying for it. This wasn't Domino's pizza. it was true Chicago styled pizza. very good but so much pain... but it was worth it. Work was slow as usual. I get home and for about an hour and a half I was playing Age of Empires. (I know, old game and what not) but I don't have my laptop so I stole my mum's. and I had just defeated the Mayans and Aztecs (I was the Byzantines) and my grandmother (she is staying with us for Christmas) comes in and asks for my help on cleaning the cat. He was very dirty and the only way he could come in was if we clean him.
So I start the bath (Jake my cat already knew what was coming) but because he loves me he went through the torture. We clean him and dry him so he runs straight to my room and lays on my bed. The cat is 13 years old and still active. But what is nice is that he never once scratched me.
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