Thursday, May 10, 2012
.Blogspot.Learning
I'm here teaching Jaten how to run a blog. And although I'm not exceptional at this task, I feel as though I'm spreading my .blogspot.knowledge (Clever).
Earnyway, I'll just say that he's cute, handsome, talented (Chinese fortune ending) and really popular. Ok. Now I'll load a picture.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Stories Are Better Than Essays.
A long walk in nature? I can do this. Easy. I begin by carpooling to my destination. Not only because I am a thrift-nut, but also because I don’t want to detriment the environment and I don’t think it is incredibly wise to hike alone.
Our adventure begins in the Foot Hills of the Wasatch Front. A trail called Jump Off Canyon. This name initially has me worried, but I quickly follow these emotions with excitement that there will be hang gliders or something as exciting. The trail begins in someone’s back yard: A quant back yard with plenty of oak trees and small purple ground cover. Their dog, although huge, is calm and happy to see us. But we’ve got an adventure to have and we have no time for something as trivial as a fenced dog on this day!
As the trail begins to slope, the trees begin to fade. Suddenly the ground has gone from spring green to a harsh yellow. Perhaps it is because there isn’t very much hydration in the vegetation after a lousy winter like the one we had this year. The trail is dry and dusty, but we’re moving too quickly for it to really bother us. Our main goal is to get to the top of this canyon and back down before it begins to rain. The clouds are heavy and grey lying high in the sky. Surely there will be some form of precipitation on this day.
Before long, the trail that was once as clear as dirt becomes disguised in the vegetation that is the color of, well, dirt. There really has not been much water for these plants to feed on. Luckily for us, there are rocks the size of melons littered about to note exactly where we’re supposed to be going. Although there is a clear difference in the material making up these rocks, one can easily tell they all lead to the same place. Some are Sedimentary, filled with smaller throwing-sized stones in an ice-cream like filling. They look as if a rock-eating monster’s breakfast cereal sat out too long and hardened as is. They’re neighbored by rocks that are incredibly pretty. These rocks are no doubt Igneous, and judging by the color, they’re more heavily felsic. And although the crystals aren’t completely noticeable at a body’s distance, up close, they’re shining in the absence of the sun.
Until now I thought there was going to be a waterfall of some sort, as I was promised by my companion. But noticing that there is a channel bed carved through the earth that the trail is following, but is not filled with water, I can tell that the dry winter has taken its toll on the area. After following the river for some time, we come to a place that the trail seems to end. We cannot figure out if we’ve come to the end, or something else is wrong. We are blocked by a large pile of rocks. This rock pile is ample adventure for climbing. When upon it, we not only notice that the rocks are loose below us, but also that these boulder-sized rocks are break off from the mountain.
A closer look at the mountain reveals that it is not only slanted as from normal faulting, but ultimately was formed from compression. While our gaze is on the material of the mountain face, it is made clear that there is more than one material to see. The face appears layered, not unlike a bean dip at a fiesta. The composition of the rocks is so pretty and interesting. One layer is Igneous/Felsic/Intrusive, while the next is Igneous/Mafic/Extrusive. Throw in some Metamorphic rocks with some Sedimentary, add a little (non)Clastic/(non)Foliated and you have yourself and adventure that is as good as bean dip!
When we reach our destination, we find that there is no beautiful waterfall to admire, and even worse, no waterfall at all. We begin to turn around and have fun climbing the rocks when we see that, in the distance, there is rainfall over parts of the city. We conclude that our best option is to get off the mountain before we get rained on and our sense of adventure gets washed away in the storm.
Our adventure begins in the Foot Hills of the Wasatch Front. A trail called Jump Off Canyon. This name initially has me worried, but I quickly follow these emotions with excitement that there will be hang gliders or something as exciting. The trail begins in someone’s back yard: A quant back yard with plenty of oak trees and small purple ground cover. Their dog, although huge, is calm and happy to see us. But we’ve got an adventure to have and we have no time for something as trivial as a fenced dog on this day!
As the trail begins to slope, the trees begin to fade. Suddenly the ground has gone from spring green to a harsh yellow. Perhaps it is because there isn’t very much hydration in the vegetation after a lousy winter like the one we had this year. The trail is dry and dusty, but we’re moving too quickly for it to really bother us. Our main goal is to get to the top of this canyon and back down before it begins to rain. The clouds are heavy and grey lying high in the sky. Surely there will be some form of precipitation on this day.
Before long, the trail that was once as clear as dirt becomes disguised in the vegetation that is the color of, well, dirt. There really has not been much water for these plants to feed on. Luckily for us, there are rocks the size of melons littered about to note exactly where we’re supposed to be going. Although there is a clear difference in the material making up these rocks, one can easily tell they all lead to the same place. Some are Sedimentary, filled with smaller throwing-sized stones in an ice-cream like filling. They look as if a rock-eating monster’s breakfast cereal sat out too long and hardened as is. They’re neighbored by rocks that are incredibly pretty. These rocks are no doubt Igneous, and judging by the color, they’re more heavily felsic. And although the crystals aren’t completely noticeable at a body’s distance, up close, they’re shining in the absence of the sun.
Until now I thought there was going to be a waterfall of some sort, as I was promised by my companion. But noticing that there is a channel bed carved through the earth that the trail is following, but is not filled with water, I can tell that the dry winter has taken its toll on the area. After following the river for some time, we come to a place that the trail seems to end. We cannot figure out if we’ve come to the end, or something else is wrong. We are blocked by a large pile of rocks. This rock pile is ample adventure for climbing. When upon it, we not only notice that the rocks are loose below us, but also that these boulder-sized rocks are break off from the mountain.
A closer look at the mountain reveals that it is not only slanted as from normal faulting, but ultimately was formed from compression. While our gaze is on the material of the mountain face, it is made clear that there is more than one material to see. The face appears layered, not unlike a bean dip at a fiesta. The composition of the rocks is so pretty and interesting. One layer is Igneous/Felsic/Intrusive, while the next is Igneous/Mafic/Extrusive. Throw in some Metamorphic rocks with some Sedimentary, add a little (non)Clastic/(non)Foliated and you have yourself and adventure that is as good as bean dip!
When we reach our destination, we find that there is no beautiful waterfall to admire, and even worse, no waterfall at all. We begin to turn around and have fun climbing the rocks when we see that, in the distance, there is rainfall over parts of the city. We conclude that our best option is to get off the mountain before we get rained on and our sense of adventure gets washed away in the storm.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Around Christmas time, or rather, just after, Jaten learned the secret identity of my blog. I really understand that by writing and posting to the internet, I'm allowing anyone and everyone to read my thoughts, but I always get a little concerned when the person I am writing about is reading it. Granted that the person I was concerned with is my lovely boyfriend and I keep nothing from him, but it still hit that part of my thoughts.
Right now I should be researching information for the 20ish page paper I have to have written in about 2 weeks. The paper is on the cultural differences between being famous in the times of actor, David Garrick and actress, Marilyn Monroe. I could also be expanding my analysis on The Dutchman to be 8 pages long. I could also be recalling as much as I could about the hike Jaten and I did over spring break (Angel's Landing, Zion UT)so that it too can be prepared for the end of the semester. There are a multitude of assignments and projects that I COULD be working on, but let's face it, I'm so over being productive at this point.
So... My birthday is tomorrow. I've been thinking a lot about how all the friends I have at school are really almost only acquaintances. This is done through a series of observation of the behavior they have among each other and with me. Yeah, we're all friends at school, but sometimes I feel like that is the only place people care to befriend me. Everyone else webs their social lives together, they hang out, they get lunch, they party. All the time. I'm hardly ever invited, and if I am, it is on the same day of the event. Only hours prior. Granted, I am extremely grateful that I have a social life outside of the department, it would still be nice to know that these people care enough about me to throw me a birthday party or something... Ya know, like they do everyone else. But it is fine, I get it. And for this reason, I have removed (to the best of my knowledge) the date of my birthday. That way I won't get the superficial texts and wall-posts about something no one really cares about anyway. I don't say that in pity of myself, I say it out of experience. I notice that whenever I learn it is someone's birthday, I find myself trying to convince them I knew all along through a especially perky salutation. It is fake. While I do wish the birthday person does have a lovely day, I don't think it is my responsibility to make that happen. If it were Chelsea, on the other hand, yeah, it would be my responsibility.
Regardless, I postponing my day of birth. Jaten has rehearsal and I really don't want to celebrate without him. In addition, more exciting things can happen if I wait until everyone else is more available too. This means as soon as school is out for the summer, all the liquor stores better watch their shelves because I aim to be 22.
Speaking of Jaten. Ugh. Where to I even start. This boy is incredible. Several friends have exclaimed that we're perfect for one another, just stating the obvious. I'm so fortunate to have him in my life. Everyday I feel how much he loves me, and everyday my love for him grows. Words cannot express. I mean, yeah, they've been doing pretty well, but in the long run, there just aren't enough combinations to help one harness the gravity of our affection.
So, no. I have not purposefully been abstaining from posts just because Jaten found out about my blog, as one reader feared. But rather, I've been preoccupied with other shit. Mostly a boy. :)
Anyway, until next time.
OH! P.S. I thought this was funny. In reviewing my notes on geography (chapters rocks, volcanoes, and earthquakes) I found a word that I couldn't define. This is entirely due to the fact that I didn't understand the professor speaking clearly as she attempted. Naturally, I improvised. It looked something like this: Batholiths- guess, mutha fucka!
Yep. I did that.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Christmas has been over, as of right now, for an hour and ten minutes. Christmas, in my world, has always been a very present filled day. Yes, you're probably thinking, "Duh. It's Christmas!" Well, I've come to notice that my family is especially fortunate. For some reason, under our tree, we have a bajillion presents. I've looked and asked around and noticed a difference with the weight of gifts. That's great. I like things... But really, the thing I love most about Christmas, is giving gifts. I usually make the things I give to people, too. Jaten and I spent some good times on my bed painting 4 paintings for my parents. They're beautiful! For my brothers, I made them a beer-pong table. Something they'll use the SHIT out of. For a few of my lady friends, I've crafted (or will now that I have their size) skirts. For a few of my guy friends, screen-printed t-shirts. A few odd end gifts here and there... But the gifts I was most excited to give were for my man.
We had a gift limit. I broke it. We were only allowed to do 3, and when I remembered this number, I knocked about 3 gifts OFF the list and sized it down to 4. However, I told him it was only 3. First, a 1950's style VINTAGE cardigan of the blue and green faith. Fits him like a charm. Second, a pair of hand crafted moccasins with a detail job fit for Pimp My Ride. "Yo, I heard you like shoes, so we made your shoes, Dawg!" Fourth, a three-piece painting set that resembles the jungle from the children's book, Where the Wild Things Are. He loves that book and is the only one to instantly understand what it was with no explanation. He's smart. Last, and CERTAINLY not least, I made him a Nimbus 2011. Our ban saw was broken, so I sculpted a 2x4 into a wiggly piece of wood using a lot of man. It is about 6 feet tall, dark brown, totally rideable, and incredibly awesome! I wish it were mine. He likes it too, which is really important. I'm actually quite proud of my work, really.
Now, let's talk about what I received for gifts. Clothes. And a lot of them! I LOVE IT! My mom, grandma, brothers, dad, and Jaten's mom (family?) all got me something long sleeved. I LOVE IT! I received some camping cooking ware, a car charger for my phone, a paperback-cover of The Hunger Games, and a few other really great gifts too. I like presents!
From my friends, I've received some of the most thoughtful gifts ever! Scott purchased me some cheese. I'm really excited about that. I hope it is not eaten by the time I get back. I'll be incredibly frustrated. Chelsea and Kristie got me a box of wine. YUM! I received a bottle of rum (DELIC), a memories collage (I LOVE IT!) and an incredibly comfortable, bright green, Zumies hoodie. Thank you, all, very much! I love you dearly.
From my boyfriend, who just happens to be the coolest, cutest, most best person EVER did this for me. The hour it turned to be Christmas Eve, he pulled me aside from a party we were attending and gave me a non-Xmas present. This caught me off guard, but I was ready enough to have a present to exchange. I opened mine first to find a beautiful, shiny-as-hell, silver ring. I put it on the ring that I've always wanted to put a ring on, regardless of the fact that it in no married us. The ring was followed by three words that have changed my life forever. I kissed him, and said it back. Then I gave him a painting (different from the WildThings painting) that said this, "I will catch you at the bottom." So fitting, because it means that I've fallen in love with him too.
Best Christmas ever? I think so.
We had a gift limit. I broke it. We were only allowed to do 3, and when I remembered this number, I knocked about 3 gifts OFF the list and sized it down to 4. However, I told him it was only 3. First, a 1950's style VINTAGE cardigan of the blue and green faith. Fits him like a charm. Second, a pair of hand crafted moccasins with a detail job fit for Pimp My Ride. "Yo, I heard you like shoes, so we made your shoes, Dawg!" Fourth, a three-piece painting set that resembles the jungle from the children's book, Where the Wild Things Are. He loves that book and is the only one to instantly understand what it was with no explanation. He's smart. Last, and CERTAINLY not least, I made him a Nimbus 2011. Our ban saw was broken, so I sculpted a 2x4 into a wiggly piece of wood using a lot of man. It is about 6 feet tall, dark brown, totally rideable, and incredibly awesome! I wish it were mine. He likes it too, which is really important. I'm actually quite proud of my work, really.
Now, let's talk about what I received for gifts. Clothes. And a lot of them! I LOVE IT! My mom, grandma, brothers, dad, and Jaten's mom (family?) all got me something long sleeved. I LOVE IT! I received some camping cooking ware, a car charger for my phone, a paperback-cover of The Hunger Games, and a few other really great gifts too. I like presents!
From my friends, I've received some of the most thoughtful gifts ever! Scott purchased me some cheese. I'm really excited about that. I hope it is not eaten by the time I get back. I'll be incredibly frustrated. Chelsea and Kristie got me a box of wine. YUM! I received a bottle of rum (DELIC), a memories collage (I LOVE IT!) and an incredibly comfortable, bright green, Zumies hoodie. Thank you, all, very much! I love you dearly.
From my boyfriend, who just happens to be the coolest, cutest, most best person EVER did this for me. The hour it turned to be Christmas Eve, he pulled me aside from a party we were attending and gave me a non-Xmas present. This caught me off guard, but I was ready enough to have a present to exchange. I opened mine first to find a beautiful, shiny-as-hell, silver ring. I put it on the ring that I've always wanted to put a ring on, regardless of the fact that it in no married us. The ring was followed by three words that have changed my life forever. I kissed him, and said it back. Then I gave him a painting (different from the WildThings painting) that said this, "I will catch you at the bottom." So fitting, because it means that I've fallen in love with him too.
Best Christmas ever? I think so.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Many moons ago, I met a boy. I've posted about him a few times on here, but no long details have gone into describing him. I'll take this time now to do so. His name is Jaten. His parents call him Jate, and most everyone else calls him Ja'en. I may be the only one that takes time to add the T between syllables. That T connects his beginning and his end. It is worth every quarter-of-a-second that it takes to use it.
He is LDS, as is his family. Most people ask how that works, him being LDS and gay. I respond, "They haven't made an episode of HOW IT IS MADE yet, so I don't really know the logistics of it, but just like threading a bobbin, it works every time." Keep in mind I've never actually said that, but I mean to. I usually say something stupid like, "The same way feathers catch air," or "With a proper amount of Mexican food, anything is possible." Honestly, him being LDS hasn't caused any problems. You would think that it might, but I respect his choice, just like choices made by my other friends, to be religious in his way. He served his LDS mission in Argentina and still dreams of living there. Because of his mission, he now speaks Spanish fluently, and often helps me with mine. He's encouraging me to keep at it so I too can be fluent. We like to have conversations in front of non-speakers just to prove how cool we are.
Jaten lives in Bluffdale, UT. That is awful. I hate it. While the town itself is actually very quaint, it is just so damned far away! I rarely get to see him. I know, twice a week is actually quite often, but it is not really ever enough. However, it is significantly better than him living on another continent completely. I really shouldn't complain about how little I get to see him, but some of my friends at school have the exact same class schedule as their significant other. That usually means I want to punch them. We've always said that if we lived even 20 minutes closer to one another, that we would probably be married by now and have 3 children. We're pretty intense as far as liking each other goes.
His face is covered in faded brown marks with a heavy cluster of them between his eyes and his temple. He has even more on his upper back where his shoulder blades are. I like to point to random freckles and declare it the freckle of the day. Then gently kiss it and try to remember how it is shaped. I never can. His hands are soft to the touch, and even warmer when you place yours in his. His fingers fit perfectly into mine. His elbows, or so he always claims, are especially sharp. They've been mutated to be so. He has yet to come up with an XMEN name, but I have hope that he will soon. His face is chiseled to perfection, and his lips are divine. I do so enjoy kissing them. If there is one thing to say about Jaten, it is that he is extremely handsome.
A new tradition has just popped into our relationship. Every Black Friday, we're going to build a fort, have a Monkee butler, and watch a movie. This year we built it in my bedroom, had a Monkee butler, and watched the Producers. We also filmed our submission video to audition to be on the Amazing Race. We knew we were going to film it, but he didn't tell me that he pressed record until I was half way through being weird as hell. Oh well, they wanted honesty, right?
If ever you meet a red headed boy with an Argentine-shaped freckle on his right bicep. One that smells of heaven and kisses like a god. A boy who can make you laugh and cry, but chooses only to do the first, stick with him. He'll give you hope for a very happy, bright future.
He is LDS, as is his family. Most people ask how that works, him being LDS and gay. I respond, "They haven't made an episode of HOW IT IS MADE yet, so I don't really know the logistics of it, but just like threading a bobbin, it works every time." Keep in mind I've never actually said that, but I mean to. I usually say something stupid like, "The same way feathers catch air," or "With a proper amount of Mexican food, anything is possible." Honestly, him being LDS hasn't caused any problems. You would think that it might, but I respect his choice, just like choices made by my other friends, to be religious in his way. He served his LDS mission in Argentina and still dreams of living there. Because of his mission, he now speaks Spanish fluently, and often helps me with mine. He's encouraging me to keep at it so I too can be fluent. We like to have conversations in front of non-speakers just to prove how cool we are.
Jaten lives in Bluffdale, UT. That is awful. I hate it. While the town itself is actually very quaint, it is just so damned far away! I rarely get to see him. I know, twice a week is actually quite often, but it is not really ever enough. However, it is significantly better than him living on another continent completely. I really shouldn't complain about how little I get to see him, but some of my friends at school have the exact same class schedule as their significant other. That usually means I want to punch them. We've always said that if we lived even 20 minutes closer to one another, that we would probably be married by now and have 3 children. We're pretty intense as far as liking each other goes.
His face is covered in faded brown marks with a heavy cluster of them between his eyes and his temple. He has even more on his upper back where his shoulder blades are. I like to point to random freckles and declare it the freckle of the day. Then gently kiss it and try to remember how it is shaped. I never can. His hands are soft to the touch, and even warmer when you place yours in his. His fingers fit perfectly into mine. His elbows, or so he always claims, are especially sharp. They've been mutated to be so. He has yet to come up with an XMEN name, but I have hope that he will soon. His face is chiseled to perfection, and his lips are divine. I do so enjoy kissing them. If there is one thing to say about Jaten, it is that he is extremely handsome.
A new tradition has just popped into our relationship. Every Black Friday, we're going to build a fort, have a Monkee butler, and watch a movie. This year we built it in my bedroom, had a Monkee butler, and watched the Producers. We also filmed our submission video to audition to be on the Amazing Race. We knew we were going to film it, but he didn't tell me that he pressed record until I was half way through being weird as hell. Oh well, they wanted honesty, right?
If ever you meet a red headed boy with an Argentine-shaped freckle on his right bicep. One that smells of heaven and kisses like a god. A boy who can make you laugh and cry, but chooses only to do the first, stick with him. He'll give you hope for a very happy, bright future.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Magic Is Everywhere
A few years ago I read the Harry Potter for the first, and so far only, time. I fell in love with them. I had always liked the movies, but now I have an even stronger connection to the words that J.K. Rowling has put onto bound paper. These stories have created a world of magic that I love to surround myself in. Any and every chance I get to reference the book and make the world of magic real, I take. Ordinary things become extraordinary. Balloons become levitating orbs, blankets become invisibility cloaks, and every locked door can be opened with a spell.
Naturally, to channel all my magical ability, I would need a wand. So, just like in the books, I had one. I made it from a simple piece of wood. I took a chisel, drill, hammer, and any other power tool I could find that would do the trick. Including one really scary thing that spins really fast and makes a very loud noise. By the end of my adventure, I had a beautiful wand to call my own. I stained it to give it a color I liked and I practiced in my back yard and on some Boggarts hiding in my barn. It worked like a charm. And still does. A day or so after making my wand (Phoenix feather) I made a second. One that looked very much like my own. I would use the same core so they could be brothers. I stained it a different color, but it works just as beautifully.
This brother wand has been sitting in my bedroom waiting for the one person to wield it. I had always been waiting for the right boy to come along and match the magic I was (am) capable of. I found him. I gave the brother wand to Jaten on Tuesday for his birthday. He deserves it; I'm falling for him. While Jaten isn't as keen on spell knowledge as I am, I trust this tangible token will inspire some studying. He's cute and says things like, "Luminos... in... your heart." I just laughed at the fact that the spell is "Lumos," and the light is emulated on the tip of the wand and cannot be placed where the caster desires. I marveled in adoration as he continued to do such things. He's pretty amazing. I'm really excited to share many more moments with him.
That's all for now.
Naturally, to channel all my magical ability, I would need a wand. So, just like in the books, I had one. I made it from a simple piece of wood. I took a chisel, drill, hammer, and any other power tool I could find that would do the trick. Including one really scary thing that spins really fast and makes a very loud noise. By the end of my adventure, I had a beautiful wand to call my own. I stained it to give it a color I liked and I practiced in my back yard and on some Boggarts hiding in my barn. It worked like a charm. And still does. A day or so after making my wand (Phoenix feather) I made a second. One that looked very much like my own. I would use the same core so they could be brothers. I stained it a different color, but it works just as beautifully.
This brother wand has been sitting in my bedroom waiting for the one person to wield it. I had always been waiting for the right boy to come along and match the magic I was (am) capable of. I found him. I gave the brother wand to Jaten on Tuesday for his birthday. He deserves it; I'm falling for him. While Jaten isn't as keen on spell knowledge as I am, I trust this tangible token will inspire some studying. He's cute and says things like, "Luminos... in... your heart." I just laughed at the fact that the spell is "Lumos," and the light is emulated on the tip of the wand and cannot be placed where the caster desires. I marveled in adoration as he continued to do such things. He's pretty amazing. I'm really excited to share many more moments with him.
That's all for now.
Magic Is Everywhere
A few years ago I read the Harry Potter for the first, and so far only, time. I fell in love with them. I had always liked the movies, but now I have an even stronger connection to the words that J.K. Rowling has put onto bound paper. These stories have created a world of magic that I love to surround myself in. Any and every chance I get to reference the book and make the world of magic real, I take. Ordinary things become extraordinary. Balloons become levitating orbs, blankets become invisibility cloaks, and every locked door can be opened with a spell.
Naturally, to channel all my magical ability, I would need a wand. So, just like in the books, I had one. I made it from a simple piece of wood. I took a chisel, drill, hammer, and any other power tool I could find that would do the trick. Including one really scary thing that spins really fast and makes a very loud noise. By the end of my adventure, I had a beautiful wand to call my own. I stained it to give it a color I liked and I practiced in my back yard and on some Boggarts hiding in my barn. It worked like a charm. And still does. A day or so after making my wand (Phoenix feather) I made a second. One that looked very much like my own. I would use the same core so they could be brothers. I stained it a different color, but it works just as beautifully.
This brother wand has been sitting in my bedroom waiting for the one person to wield it. I had always been waiting for the right boy to come along and match the magic I was (am) capable of. I found him. I gave the brother wand to Jaten on Tuesday for his birthday. He deserves it; I'm falling for him. While Jaten isn't as keen on spell knowledge as I am, I trust this tangible token will inspire some studying. He's cute and says things like, "Luminos... in... your heart." I just laughed at the fact that the spell is "Lumos," and the light is emulated on the tip of the wand and cannot be placed where the caster desires. I marveled in adoration as he continued to do such things. He's pretty amazing. I'm really excited to share many more moments with him.
That's all for now.
Naturally, to channel all my magical ability, I would need a wand. So, just like in the books, I had one. I made it from a simple piece of wood. I took a chisel, drill, hammer, and any other power tool I could find that would do the trick. Including one really scary thing that spins really fast and makes a very loud noise. By the end of my adventure, I had a beautiful wand to call my own. I stained it to give it a color I liked and I practiced in my back yard and on some Boggarts hiding in my barn. It worked like a charm. And still does. A day or so after making my wand (Phoenix feather) I made a second. One that looked very much like my own. I would use the same core so they could be brothers. I stained it a different color, but it works just as beautifully.
This brother wand has been sitting in my bedroom waiting for the one person to wield it. I had always been waiting for the right boy to come along and match the magic I was (am) capable of. I found him. I gave the brother wand to Jaten on Tuesday for his birthday. He deserves it; I'm falling for him. While Jaten isn't as keen on spell knowledge as I am, I trust this tangible token will inspire some studying. He's cute and says things like, "Luminos... in... your heart." I just laughed at the fact that the spell is "Lumos," and the light is emulated on the tip of the wand and cannot be placed where the caster desires. I marveled in adoration as he continued to do such things. He's pretty amazing. I'm really excited to share many more moments with him.
That's all for now.
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