The Russian Orthodox Church has a patron saint of nuclear combat. Fyodor Ushakov.
This is awesome.
That said. I have almost nothing to say. Today was pretty boring. Well, parts of it weren't, but I signed a little slip of paper saying I'm not allowed to talk about those parts. Which makes it sound a lot more interesting than it actually is.
But as requested, I'll explain the pine cone thing. There is a kind of pine cone that only opens and releases it's seeds in extreme heat, like after forest fires, so it doesn't overcrowd other trees by growing all the time but it can still rebuild the forest after a fire. So in order to look at the seeds, we stuck the pine cones in the microwave, producing large quantities of smoke that reminded me of toasting marshmallows over a pine-wood fire and consequently made me hungry, despite the fact that the noxious smell was making me cough quite loudly.
And I am the queen of cutting flowers exactly, perfectly in half with a scalpel. And peas. And beans. I am the sharp implement queen.
|The Keys to My Heart|
I am attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.
In love, I feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.
I'd like my lover to think I am stylish and alluring.
I would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.
My ideal relationship is lasting. I want a relationship that looks to the future... one I can grow with.
My risk of cheating is zero. I care about society and morality. I would never break a commitment.
I think of marriage as something precious. I'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.
In this moment, I think of love as something I thirst for. I'll do anything for love, but I won't fall for it easily.