You are The High Priestess
Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.
The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.
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The high priestess appears to have sword sticking out of her head. Bwah. I'll take it.
Great American Smokeout
Lung cancer is a horrible way to die. Help put us oncology nurses out of business, please. We won't mind at all.
Right. Moving right along. No popstars for my medical director, it seems. Silly man. On the other hand, I sure wouldn't want a bunch of strangers taking over my house, even if they were Chris, so I guess I understand. Mrr.
Ha, I never described the joy that was my first charging experience. Of course, and I don't know why I'm surprised, everything that could go wrong did. I did all right, I think, n00b that I am, but what can you do when all the patients are crashing and the nurse with the most experience on the unit has been working there two weeks? Not a whole heck of a lot, as it turns out. I ran. It was like I had 16 patients instead of three, aakagjalk. Do not want. I told my boss that and she laughed a merry little laugh and agreed with me and apologized and shit. I know what that means. I'm in, now.
Ghost Hunters was so fab last night! Leap Castle in Ireland, I want to go there. Some seriously creepy stuff when Brian snuck into the store room to set up a camera, and it started getting cold and the rubber smell came on, and the Irish guide guy was visibly freaked out and said Come out of there NOW. The footsteps and the face three of them saw independently and Dustin getting shoved so hard he went down, and he had to leave the place and sit outside, and I think he wanted to cry and at one point the camera cut away so he could barf. So seriously frightening.
The scraggly old Irish castle owner said the place was filled with spirits who were happy to be there, and that kind of creeped me out, too - a thousand years to haunt a place, it's theirs now. But of course I keep thinking about how you can say spirits and it sounds so whatever, but what you're really saying is dead people, and what must it be like for them? They seem to think they're, you know, them, and their personalities seem to be intact in some way, but I do wonder what their existence is like, their day to day grind on this planet. You know, listening to the EVP's and such, hearing the voices wonder where they are or what's going on, they are people, just - lost.
Just to test once in a while, I look around me and say, "Am I dead?" But then I invariably have to go to work or do the wash or take out the trash or pull Munch out from behind the refrigerator where he slides down every time he mis-times a jump (quite often), and I have to conclude, not so much. Not so's it seems to make a difference. Still... ??? Creeepy.
Anyway, it's much more fun to wonder if the people in line at Starbucks are aliens or time travelers or something like that.
This place is a couple of miles from me.