Nanami's writing life

In the beginning of my marriage i was happy because I had freedom and could do as i pleased. That was before i got my Social security check in my name and removed my greedy step mother from the position of payee. It wasn’t until we became homeless and struggled that i started to realize that i wasn’t happy in my marriage. Now with a threat of divorce in my spouses face I am confined to a basement in an unknown city. I have little food and little water. The animals have more food than i. And i am deeply disheartened as I sit here and wonder if i will survive this place. It is far from clean and I am not given cleaning materials to keep anything clean. The washer and dryer are broken and unused and my clothing remains unclean as i am forced to sleep in a cot and freeze. I am upset by the way i am treated. Finally i have the courage to speak out and plea for help. Will you aid me in getting free from this place?

http://factsanddetails.com/world/cat55/sub352/entry-5785.html

The link above specifically talks about Gnostic faith and what it is. So my question is..Does this suit me more as a Pagan than other things?

Im a new customer with PNC and recently I have been trying to use my newly activated card only to be told that my card pin is wrong. And it was just used to activate the card.😑 See where I am going with this? I activated my card yesterday. I have money i need to spend for my bills. Currently i am giving a bad review on this bank. Doesn’t even deserve a star.

Give me a reason to give even one star and i will.

Highschool is rough. The usual things happen every day. There isn’t ever a chance for something exciting. So I just drone on like the rest. Do I have any friends? Nope. Miss popular here. Not in the least. I sigh out loud.Not that I care anyway. I’m your average highschool girl who has average grades. My teachers love me though for some reason. I can’t seem to get much else done. Just school work all the time. I guess straight A’s isn’t all that normal but at least I’m doing my best right? By the way my name is Himeko Yurihada. You can call me Himeko.

I’m on my way to class right now. We have a test today. “Good morning Miss Yurihada. Nice of you to join us.” Announces Mrs.Honada I yawn…”Sorry I’m late. I was studying.” I make an excuse She nods “Same excuse every day young lady. Next time it’s a tardy. “She threatens me “Take your seat.” I bow at the waist and immediately take my seat. Geez I was being honest. I mean how many student here would tell there teacher that they were studying? I would. I’m the only one that would. Because I’m the class representative and I’m also a straight A student. People may call me little miss perfect but there is nothing perfect about me. I just happen to act like I don’t care but I do.

The door opens and the teacher jumps up out of her seat.”Hello can I help you miss?” She asks. The girl just looks at the teacher for a second and then reaches into her bag. She pulls out a late note.”I just transferred here from America.” She says meekly. Awesome a foreign exchange student! This will be fun!! She stands in front of the class. Mrs.Honada is completely flustered.”W-we weren’t expecting any new transfers so late in the semester. “She stutters “P…Please introduce yourself.” The new student stands up in front of the class and coughs into her hand. She then bows at the waist “My name is Yuki Yamahara , I hope we can all get along and that I make friends soon.”She says sweetly. Holy cow! She is so cute. “Thank you for your introduction. There is a seat over there that you can sit in.”Says Mrs.Honada. I look where the teacher is gesturing to and notice it’s the seat right next to mine. “Sure thing!” Says Yuki she bows to the teacher and makes her way to the seat next to mine. Oh crap. I’ve got a crush on the new girl? Maybe I’m just imagining it.

The teacher begins passing out tests to take. And we all moan. Well I don’t like tests either, so naturally I am going to moan and groan about it.Mrs.Honada sighs “If you studied you’re going to be fine. If not then you’re going to flunk. Simple as that.” She taunts. Bitch. What? I know you were thinking it too! I know I studied but to taunt the class is just mean.

The test went well and the entire class was rewarded with social time. We were allowed to take out our cell phones the next day and do as we please. But thats tomorrow and right now we are waiting for the bell to ring so we can move on to our next period class. Six of these a day and i never want to repeat a year. Ugh!

The test was a breeze and super easy to get through. Well at least that is what i think i mean i am trying my best to get the top scores like usual. But for some reason i never am number one. Not even once. Im always number two. Second best? I better not be this time or i will scream for sure. I have worked so hard on my studies. I never once even spent a second focused on anything else. I am 100% certain that this time i will be the one on top. Just you wait world! I will be on top this time and Fuuya Takimatsu will fall down on his knees and sob like a baby!! “You seem pumped. What cha day dreaming about?” I hear a voice in my ear and i look over to see who it is.. “Ack!!” I cry out in shocked voice. I feel my chest heave and it hurts so i grab it and try to catch my breath. “Y-yuki-chan! H-hi how are you?” i stutter with my cheeks hot from the embarrassment.

She giggles. “ I’m fine. And you’re avoiding my question.” She points out as she wags her finger in my face. I sigh heavily “ It wasn’t so much of a day dream,as it was me giving myself a pep talk for scoring numerous uno this year.” I announce proudly.”I want to make Takimatsu cry from the embarrassing loss he’s about to endure!” She leans up against the wall and crosses her arms over her chest. Well more like under since those juggs could smother her if she squeezes them just right. She notices me looking at her breasts and gives me a flirty wink. Wh-what the heck? My cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. “ Aw! Little Miss perfect has a boob fetish.” She teases me. I gasp , “ I most certainly do not have a boob fetish!!!” I snap at her “ I just happened to notice yours are fairly large for your body type. That’s all.” She comes closer to me and pushes me up against the wall. “ You’re admiring them. It isn’t a crime you know. It is perfectly normal for a girl to have those kinds of thoughts running around in her head.” She murmurs in my ear her breath hot like a Summer’s day. Her breathing on my neck makes the hair on my neck stand up. She presses her breasts against my chest and pins my wrists above my head. Before I know it,her lips meet mine and we’re engaging in a full fledged make out.

For me there is always a reason to write. But there is a much deeper reason why I write. I write because it is a passion of mine and because there is something I want to tell the world. Something I want to share. My stories and for once I’m going to post everything on two blogs.

Hello my dearest readers. I am currently sitting in a Catholic Church. This church is called “The Church of the Holy Family”. It is a Catholic Church and my goodness I am so nervous being here. Because it had been literally seven years since I entered a church. Let alone a Catholic Church! I am teaming with questions and excitement. I literally walked a full mile to get to the entrance of this church. So far I’ve met some very kind people. It seems not many are Keen to speak with a stranger. Do they not know how to evangelize? Or share the gospel? The first thing I expect when I enter any church is to have a Bible shoved into my face while someone is preaching at me.

That didn’t happen! No one accept for one very kind gentleman spoke to me about this church and what the faith is all about. He even taught me the use of the rosary and what the rosary represents. It was actually a really cool moment because I was struck with curiosity right off the bat. What is a crucifix? Why did Jesus sacrifice himself for others? Who is God does he have a name? Where does this faith come from? How did it start out? What was Jerusalem like? Do women get to preach? Is there a restriction on who can become Catholic? When is a class available? Can I join the church? Is it too late for me? So many questions popped into my head. And I just couldn’t find the courage to ask any further than asking “Who is Jesus?”

THE MOMENT I WALKED INTO THE CHURCH

The moment I entered the church I was struck with fear. My knees nearly buckled as I started to walk the isles. I regained my courage and told myself. “This is no wrathful God. For if Jehovah were such a God, then I would have been struck with lightning for entering his domain with the pagan tattoo I carry on my back. For sllt the years of sinning I have done because I allowed myself to be less astray.”

I have had an amazing experience at the Tim Hortons on South Saginaw street in Grand Blanc Michigan. The drinks are amazing and i have to say honestly that the employees are a heck of a lot more friendly than any other Tim Hortons I’ve ever been to. With a pleasant and sweet aroma filling the air around me and the friendly chatter of the employees taking orders and literally saying “I hope you enjoy it.” As they hand you your order? This is by far the most amazing Tim Hortons I’ve ever been to.The beverage i ordered today was a Large Oreo Iced Cappuccino and the donut i got is a creme filled chocolate covered donut as recommended by the employee at the cash register. This woman is amazing and the staff are outstanding. Congratulations 🎉Tim Hortons you have have impressed me. So i am giving your establishment a 5 start rating on five important factors1⭐ for great food prep1⭐ for great food1 ⭐ for excellent beverages1⭐ for excellent customer serviceAnd 1⭐ for cleaningThe donuts are clearly fresh and soft. Thr the one i ate was smooth, fresh,and melted in my mouth. It was the perfect amount of sweetness. A wonderful time here is what anyone can expect. Come on down and see for yourself!

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I just got this new computer for my birthday and I don’t have a clue how to use it. It’s nothing like the desktop computer I’m use to and it’s definitely nothing like a school computer. It has all this new school stuff on it. I’m 24 years old!!! You would think I would know how to use one of these things. These hp laptop computers should be something I know how to use!! But no!! I’ve been using a phone for the last 6 years and not once have I used a computer! Why? I couldn’t afford one!! But here I am using a computer laptop for the gosh darn first time and nearly putting my fist through its screen because it’s slower than the slug on my sister’s car window!! It’s been loading for 4 hours! That snail has already left the window and is making its way down the tire! The fucker is faster than a laptop!! That should never be the case!!! A slimey goopy sticky little invertebrate should never be faster than a computer! That should never happen!

Yes I am having a total mental breakdown! Why? Because I don’t get why technology is slower than a freaking freight train!! That freight train has passed by over twenty times already and my screen is still on the start up page!!!!