tarot

i went to my last american red cross function tonight, wined and dined on their dime.
but, more importantly, i got my tarot read.

the last time i tried getting my tarot read, was in chicago several years ago.
she spent more time trying to convince me to upgrade than actually reading.
the chicago woman tried to tell me something to the effect of that i had recently broken up with a guy, who i was sitll in love with. that i was looking for someone t marry, and not to worry, i'd find someone.
she couldn't have been more wrong.

tonight, my tarot reader was much better.
it started out, she told me i needed focus to better channel my brains. that i'm not going to be able to get any of my goals accomplished, unless i focus. oh, if only she knew. . .
she said my career should veer towards something creative: writing, journalism, film editing....something that requires "an eye". the jury's still not out on this one. but she did a pretty good job on where i've come from academically.
she said i should see an allergist. to be more specific, a food allergist. (she gave me the number of the one she sees.) she/"the cards" are of the impression that a lot of the foods i eat are making me sick and if i give them up, my health will be a lot better. i don't need a food allergist to tell me to stay the hell away from dairy, already. but IT'S AN ADDICTION. it would be helpful to know what else to stay away from. and how to, at least, improve my quasi-harm reduction with the dairy.)
when asked, she suggested i stick around my job until the end of summer when i can be better focused on transitioning.

there was a bit more, but this is all i'm recalling at the present time.

a lot of this, she could have picked up on while doing other people's readings. i was in line forever and had to go to the bathroom and left the line and came back (others were saving my place) more than once. it's entirely possible i made a comment while eating cheesecake that i REALLY shouldn't be doing so (especialyl since i'd already had cheesecake earlier that day.)
i have that "bohemian" look that tends to quietly scream "creative".
and, i had the residuals of a food-releated pimple. (i know what they look like by now. doesn't mean i've learned.)

so it's not like i'm sold on the tarot thing. but, if she's going to be that damned perceptive, than hey, more power to her.

late posting

i talked to a roommate from my freshman year of college the other day.
the born again one. not the mormon one.
i haven't heard from the mormon since she got married.

the roommate friend, we'll call her A. she got married at the end of december, after seriously knowing the guy less than a year. she's 5 1/2 months preggers. i really believe the kid was conceived post-vows. if only by a few hours. that's just how she is.
A cracks me up sometimes. she gives me faith in the fundies. she doesn't know if she's going to homeschool the kid or not. they're still working on that.
oh, and they plan on having 5 kids.

she's not the first former roommate to get married. or have kids. i mean, there was the mormon. and the psychotic catholic. (both of whom i'm assuming to have popped out kidlets by now.)

but it's still funny when i'm so not even close to being wanting to settle down at this point.

i don't know what my point was supposed to be here. i've been meaning to post this for awhile. i wish i could remember why. but that's ok.