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The Pagan Rose Of The Native American

I skipped my science class today in order to edit an English paper I needed to work on. Well...I didn't really want to go science this morning, so I just used that as an excuse. Shame on me. But I've been on this computer for the past two hours and have finally accomplished something I could turn in at my eleven'o'clock English class.

I'm just sitting here in the computer lab typing out my paper and have almost forgotten I'm wearing my namesake for this site. Just to explain a little what it looks like, it's an 8-point star with another 8 points visible behind or beneath the visible petals, and it looks a little like a poinsetta (you know, those red Christmas plants). For those who don't know, pagan stars have FIVE points (trust me, that's relevant later). Still with me? Now you know enough to understand this conversation some random computer lab helper guy intiated all of a sudden.

"Can I see your necklace?"

Okay, cool, so I lift it up for him to see my at-least-8-point symbol engraved on this little copper disc suspended from a soft black cord around my neck, the piece of jewelry that is my pride and joy.

"Cool - are you pagan?"

"Um...no."

"Native American?"

"Nope"

"Okay - I give up."

"Rennaisance festival with some friends."

"Ah. Cool. Just wanted to let you know that I like it."

"Um, yeah, thanks."

Pagan?? Like I said before it's an at least 8 points star symbol not five. Native American? Still confused about that one. Hello, can't you tell that this is the coolest thing I own and the day I got it was the best day of my life and that it had to come from a place as amazing as Maryland Rennaisance Festival and can't you feel the awesome aura this piece of jewelry has? Definetely not pagan aura.

So what did I do? I smiled, laughed about to myself, and posted it on the internet hoping that people will be amused like me, or else just to waste someone's time by making them read an entry like this. Either way, I win. *evil grin* Have a good day all, in which you are not insinuated to be pagan or Native American is you aren't, preferably.

Comments

Deb said…
You crack me up!

By the way, I noticed the necklace in class yesterday and thought it was lovely.

And, oh, the aura it gave off...just divine!!:)

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