So long Pentel EnerGel number one, soon Pilot Precise Grip number two will join you in that big pocket protector in the sky. It has been a fun journey together, you were dependable and strong right up until the end when you ran out of ink, a desirable end for a pen. You were a lucky one, writing a full long life unlike the few unfortunate that explode or suffer from a clot that is beyond repair. Your hermaphrodite sibling, as you were as well, will resume your spot in the backpack. As for you Pilot Precise Grip, I fear your time is drawing to a close. Your last lines fading as they come spewing from your tip. You start strong but are too weak to continue and all my effort, the scribbles, the licking, the meticulous wiping to rid any foreign particle that might be aiding your plight has proved fruitless. I will let you linger in the Cup for a short while more. Having called up your replacement, number four, from it's protection of the package it came in years ago. Number one, three and now four are still writing strong, and will continue the momentum you have gave me. Let it be known by the bend in your tip that your time has been well spent. I have scribbled many a thought with you, in the process perhaps aiding to your demise. You were injured by the fever of which I write, furiously trying to get what lies in my head out onto the white canvas before me. I bid my dear pens farewell and turn my eye to the remaining 24 all within an arms reach. (and that excludes the ones over yonder, still waiting for the day they grace a page). It has been fun.
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I did just do that. And no, I haven't been drinking.
Hmm...two pens down...that's about a pack...that means I could justify getting mommy dearest to buy me some new ones when I go home tomorrow. Oooh. Or should I wait for the sheets to cool a bit? No no. Perhaps I will *gasp* go for some with blue ink! I am pretty much a black ink only person. I have one pen (and it's twin) in the starting rotation that is blue but its an amazing blue.
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Haven't I warned you people that I can go on and on about my pens/markers/sharpies? Some people hold a special whatever for wine, shoes, cars. I hold that whatever for my pens. They are both practical and beautiful. Much like myself. (don't deny!) Seriously. If you need anything out of me, want anything out of me or just want me to love you (not like that!), buy me a pen. They are one of the keys to my heart.
On that note, have a nice night and weekend.
Until I blog again...snuggles all around!
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Ghetto Superstar!
How can it be, that I have not talked about my ghetto fabulous car?
I know what you're thinking Buick= Gangsta. The extra smooth ride plus the sheer size makes it a total ghetto mobile, I know. Ol Bessy Lou is a total beast. But the most ghetto aspect of my blue Buick is the fact that to change where the heat blows out (you know feet or defrost) I have to use a wrench. Yeah. The knob snapped off and I'm tooling around with a huge wrench that's about three times too big for the job in my front seat. That's what makes my car ghetto. Not exactly a good idea to try and switch the air flow while driving...no. Don't, don't try it. It's pimp alright.
In other news, what the hell Blogger? What is this "Blogs of Note"? This seemingly unimportant recognition of a person's blog you have going on? I want that! Pick me! Choose me! Recognize me! (I got a crinkled bill with George Washington on for anyone who can tell me what TV show I was channeling with that last line)
Creepy message board people are just that, creepy. I'm talking about the weirdos on IMDB who say the weirdest things and the people on the Dirty Jobs one on Discovery (YES! I have been there ok? I just read them when I'm bored! I'm not one of the weird posters) Dude those people on that one...they scare me. They know that what they're saying will be read by someone on the show and they still say it. They're crazy. It's like ok, vocalize your stalkerness and say things that go beyond the normal fandom of "oh I like the show. Oh your cute. Oh your funny" and go to the beyond. The land of creepy obsession. Just go read some of the threads floating around out there. Crazies. All around. Some message boards are fine. They're normal with normal people who aren't creepy. Ok. Done with that.
In case you were wondering, which I'm guessing you're not, only one more thing on my list to blog about. Ironically enough, it's the first thing I have on it. And no, not everything I've said has been on the list...Right.
I'm gonna make like a fetus and head out.
Catch you on the flip side, homes!
I know what you're thinking Buick= Gangsta. The extra smooth ride plus the sheer size makes it a total ghetto mobile, I know. Ol Bessy Lou is a total beast. But the most ghetto aspect of my blue Buick is the fact that to change where the heat blows out (you know feet or defrost) I have to use a wrench. Yeah. The knob snapped off and I'm tooling around with a huge wrench that's about three times too big for the job in my front seat. That's what makes my car ghetto. Not exactly a good idea to try and switch the air flow while driving...no. Don't, don't try it. It's pimp alright.
In other news, what the hell Blogger? What is this "Blogs of Note"? This seemingly unimportant recognition of a person's blog you have going on? I want that! Pick me! Choose me! Recognize me! (I got a crinkled bill with George Washington on for anyone who can tell me what TV show I was channeling with that last line)
Creepy message board people are just that, creepy. I'm talking about the weirdos on IMDB who say the weirdest things and the people on the Dirty Jobs one on Discovery (YES! I have been there ok? I just read them when I'm bored! I'm not one of the weird posters) Dude those people on that one...they scare me. They know that what they're saying will be read by someone on the show and they still say it. They're crazy. It's like ok, vocalize your stalkerness and say things that go beyond the normal fandom of "oh I like the show. Oh your cute. Oh your funny" and go to the beyond. The land of creepy obsession. Just go read some of the threads floating around out there. Crazies. All around. Some message boards are fine. They're normal with normal people who aren't creepy. Ok. Done with that.
In case you were wondering, which I'm guessing you're not, only one more thing on my list to blog about. Ironically enough, it's the first thing I have on it. And no, not everything I've said has been on the list...Right.
I'm gonna make like a fetus and head out.
Catch you on the flip side, homes!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Paid by the Pound
Get this. Curt Schilling, a Red Sox pitcher, signed a contract extension for next year with a weight clause. The dude is going to get paid a bonus to not be pudgy! There's something like three random weigh in's and then one every month. He gets $333,333 every time he meets his goal weight. $333,333 for putting down the potato chips and picking up a carrot stick. I think Major League Baseball is on to something. I think that everyone who needs to shed a few should have a money incentive! Let's examine this further...
If we were to pay tubys to become sticks then we might be saving some money in the long run. These people who need to collect money from government programs because their ass is too big to fit through the door will be milking the system for quite sometime. If on the other hand we said look here fatty, you lose 100 pounds and get yourself all healthy we'll give you a couple thousand. The government could use private contractors like Jenny Craig and Nutrasystem to provide food at a low low cost! Get the Y to have a discount rate. This wouldn't fly for the people who need to shed a few lbs. This would be for those who are classified as obese by the BMI.
Alright so we have a solution to getting people to slim down but how about a prevention? Well...what about a Sin tax? We hike up the cost of cigarettes because we know that they probably will kill you. Maybe we should hike up the price of Cheetos. No, no I don't like that because there are a few of us who likes to eat them...in MODERATION! (oh Ashley, tell me you know who says that?) I know! The government gives tax breaks to people who drive hybrids so what about giving a tax break to those who fit in the proper weight category for their height/build/age? Every year you'd have to go see the doctor, he'd sign off on your weight, send it directly to the IRS so you couldn't fudge it. Plus then more people might go to the doctor and get a little more preventive medicine. But the government would have to pay the doctors for their time, or give them yet another tax break for having to do the work.
Naturally not everyone would be satisfied with the system. There are the few who have an eating addiction (oh btw, we'd penalize the people with bulimia and anorexia to get them to eat more) so in those such cases exceptions would have to be made. But in many cases, people are just lazy asses who'd rather grab a cheeseburger, fries and a large soda than oh I don't know a freaking sub?
I'm brilliant. Thank you Curt Schilling.
If we were to pay tubys to become sticks then we might be saving some money in the long run. These people who need to collect money from government programs because their ass is too big to fit through the door will be milking the system for quite sometime. If on the other hand we said look here fatty, you lose 100 pounds and get yourself all healthy we'll give you a couple thousand. The government could use private contractors like Jenny Craig and Nutrasystem to provide food at a low low cost! Get the Y to have a discount rate. This wouldn't fly for the people who need to shed a few lbs. This would be for those who are classified as obese by the BMI.
Alright so we have a solution to getting people to slim down but how about a prevention? Well...what about a Sin tax? We hike up the cost of cigarettes because we know that they probably will kill you. Maybe we should hike up the price of Cheetos. No, no I don't like that because there are a few of us who likes to eat them...in MODERATION! (oh Ashley, tell me you know who says that?) I know! The government gives tax breaks to people who drive hybrids so what about giving a tax break to those who fit in the proper weight category for their height/build/age? Every year you'd have to go see the doctor, he'd sign off on your weight, send it directly to the IRS so you couldn't fudge it. Plus then more people might go to the doctor and get a little more preventive medicine. But the government would have to pay the doctors for their time, or give them yet another tax break for having to do the work.
Naturally not everyone would be satisfied with the system. There are the few who have an eating addiction (oh btw, we'd penalize the people with bulimia and anorexia to get them to eat more) so in those such cases exceptions would have to be made. But in many cases, people are just lazy asses who'd rather grab a cheeseburger, fries and a large soda than oh I don't know a freaking sub?
I'm brilliant. Thank you Curt Schilling.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Breaking News
Is anyone else sick of people focusing on Hillary Clinton's boobies? I am. I'm sick of articles about the risque suit she wore or her hairstyle. Come on! Is it important? No.
People don't think she'd make a good President because she might have issues with foreign leaders that aren't down with ladies having power. That some leader in Saudi Arabia or something would get his undies in a bundle over it. Uh, hi. Yeah. She'd be the President of the United States. Um you know, us? The country with oh-so-much power. If I were her I'd flash them the nuclear launch codes and be like "bitch please, I may have ovaries but I also have the key to total world destruction."
People worry that if there was another Sept. 11 type deal that she wouldn't react well. Be too compassionate or whatever. Yeah. She may be slower to react, take the diplomatic route for a while but please. You piss off a woman enough then damn, you be screwed. I don't have any personal experience with pissing off a mom or being a pissed off mom since, well, I lack the children but I can only imagine. (Ok so I've pissed my mom off but that's not the same.) If we're anything like the animals I've seen on those wild safari shows then someones jugular is going to get ripped out.
With all that said...I don't know who I'll be voting for. Hell it might not even matter by the time Wisconsin votes in the primary. I don't know the date yet but I think there is something like 20 states going in one day. It'll be over by then. Just wait. I know you're quivering with anticipation to see who I endorse, since they will have the full weight of me behind them. And that is a powerful thing.
Is it ok that I'm slightly annoyed that my grandparents don't know how to spell my name? At least it's spelled wrong on the address list on the forwards I get. (I won't get into my distaste for forward emails.)
Sad that the writers strike is on. No new Conan. Though there is something about a well organized protest for a legitimate reason that I like.
...you can say it. Freak, dork. Take your pick. Heard 'em all.
Ok. I'm off to do nothing. Yay!
Keep cool my babies
and ew! Rachel Ray on TV.
People don't think she'd make a good President because she might have issues with foreign leaders that aren't down with ladies having power. That some leader in Saudi Arabia or something would get his undies in a bundle over it. Uh, hi. Yeah. She'd be the President of the United States. Um you know, us? The country with oh-so-much power. If I were her I'd flash them the nuclear launch codes and be like "bitch please, I may have ovaries but I also have the key to total world destruction."
People worry that if there was another Sept. 11 type deal that she wouldn't react well. Be too compassionate or whatever. Yeah. She may be slower to react, take the diplomatic route for a while but please. You piss off a woman enough then damn, you be screwed. I don't have any personal experience with pissing off a mom or being a pissed off mom since, well, I lack the children but I can only imagine. (Ok so I've pissed my mom off but that's not the same.) If we're anything like the animals I've seen on those wild safari shows then someones jugular is going to get ripped out.
With all that said...I don't know who I'll be voting for. Hell it might not even matter by the time Wisconsin votes in the primary. I don't know the date yet but I think there is something like 20 states going in one day. It'll be over by then. Just wait. I know you're quivering with anticipation to see who I endorse, since they will have the full weight of me behind them. And that is a powerful thing.
Is it ok that I'm slightly annoyed that my grandparents don't know how to spell my name? At least it's spelled wrong on the address list on the forwards I get. (I won't get into my distaste for forward emails.)
Sad that the writers strike is on. No new Conan. Though there is something about a well organized protest for a legitimate reason that I like.
...you can say it. Freak, dork. Take your pick. Heard 'em all.
Ok. I'm off to do nothing. Yay!
Keep cool my babies
and ew! Rachel Ray on TV.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Comes Standard.
Happy Time Change Day! Back to standard time we go! And I think the time on my blog has already be reflecting that...at least for the past week. A whoops. As if I didn't need another reason to drink they throw a time change at me. Why not celebrate I say? With the change of when we do it, we're saving oil. Which means we should be lessening our reliance on foreign oil, which sounds like a nice reason to drink!
I'm kidding of course. I'm not boozing it up over the extra hour of sleep last night. I'm looking at the clock and shuddering because it's 630 and well, I could nap.
But a fantastic reason to drink is the necessity for freezer room. Went shopping at Woodman's today with the roomie and whoa baby. Did we buy a ton of shit. We had coupons! COUPONS GALORE! And oh baby sister did those things come in handy. Saved like 15 bucks with mine. Shwing! So we drank some margarita! because we needed to make room in the freezer. I won't tell you how much I spent. A bad bad amount. Lets just say that if I went at PNS it woulda been over a 100 bucks...
on top of the 50 I spent at Kohls. YIKERS! Yeah. I wanted to feel happier and so spending my money that I work so damn hard to get makes me so. I bought pretty shirts! and a pretty bra which I could have done without (since no one but me will see it) but it was pretty! and on sale AND we had special coupons for an extra 15% off. Oh and I had to get gas today. Shit. But the good thing? Total it was about a weeks pay. So I got that going for me.
But what I don't have going for me is that I can't get money. I need to go home to get money because they don't cash payroll checks the bastards. Le sigh.
Frankenstein and Prometheus...I do not want to write about yoooooooooooooou! (I'm writing this blog so I can waste time you see)
Poor Lauren. She is realizing that her dislike for Mike Rowe is not a common feeling. Me, that one chick that I can't remember her name, and her sister. She should just cross over to the dark side. Enjoy his voice already. I think I pin pointed why I like it so much. Its the epitome of an American man's voice. He can read me the Constitution or something. I'll leave the phone book and dictionary for Jack Davenport.
I'm sorry. I know, I know. I tend to get on a theme and stick. My apologies and I shall now go. I need to come up with a thesis statement and paragraph.
Word to your fathers.
I'm kidding of course. I'm not boozing it up over the extra hour of sleep last night. I'm looking at the clock and shuddering because it's 630 and well, I could nap.
But a fantastic reason to drink is the necessity for freezer room. Went shopping at Woodman's today with the roomie and whoa baby. Did we buy a ton of shit. We had coupons! COUPONS GALORE! And oh baby sister did those things come in handy. Saved like 15 bucks with mine. Shwing! So we drank some margarita! because we needed to make room in the freezer. I won't tell you how much I spent. A bad bad amount. Lets just say that if I went at PNS it woulda been over a 100 bucks...
on top of the 50 I spent at Kohls. YIKERS! Yeah. I wanted to feel happier and so spending my money that I work so damn hard to get makes me so. I bought pretty shirts! and a pretty bra which I could have done without (since no one but me will see it) but it was pretty! and on sale AND we had special coupons for an extra 15% off. Oh and I had to get gas today. Shit. But the good thing? Total it was about a weeks pay. So I got that going for me.
But what I don't have going for me is that I can't get money. I need to go home to get money because they don't cash payroll checks the bastards. Le sigh.
Frankenstein and Prometheus...I do not want to write about yoooooooooooooou! (I'm writing this blog so I can waste time you see)
Poor Lauren. She is realizing that her dislike for Mike Rowe is not a common feeling. Me, that one chick that I can't remember her name, and her sister. She should just cross over to the dark side. Enjoy his voice already. I think I pin pointed why I like it so much. Its the epitome of an American man's voice. He can read me the Constitution or something. I'll leave the phone book and dictionary for Jack Davenport.
I'm sorry. I know, I know. I tend to get on a theme and stick. My apologies and I shall now go. I need to come up with a thesis statement and paragraph.
Word to your fathers.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
I'll be Joe for Christmas
Isn't it absolutely crazy that Christmas is less then 2 months away?! I know! It does not feel like Christmas should be in my mind somewhere. It doesn't feel like November. What happened to the days when November meant winter coats? Hell even Halloween costumes had to have the potential for warm clothes. That doesn't happen any more! Gloab warming I guess...or La Nina. One of those things. It is an inconvient truth that's for sure Mr Gore.
I've already started a Christmas list. It has two things on it so far. Yay. Last year was the first year in many that I actually sat down and made a good list. Usually it's just "oh yeah I want that. Yeah I guess that'd be alright" I want a Brewers batting practice hat but I don't know how big my head is. They're fitted you see. I also want "All The President's Men" I am completly taken at the moment by the Watergate reporting. I just...mm. Loves it. Nothing is better then a movie like that to me. And if this was Conan at this time a big stamp would stamp me "Dork" instead of "Ass"
It cannot be good that I can push on one of my ribs and it pops back into place. What the hell is that all about?
So I got screwed by work. I requested next weekend off, go home see the changes, it's my pops' birthday, do a little laundry and eat some good food. And I didn't get it. That blows. I haven't been home since...mm like the third weekend of September and now I won't be home until flipping Thanksgiving and let me tell ya, if the fuck that up there will be hell to pay. I wrote that down twice now and well, phhh, if I don't get it there is no way I am staying in Whitewater all by my lonesome self. I'll raise hell.
I don't know why, but last night some guy called his wife a wiener and it made me laugh. On the inside, of course. Didn't want to look like a freak. I have no idea why it made me giggle but it did. Perhaps it was the delivery or perhaps it is because no one uses wiener anymore but hehe. It's making me laugh right now. Oh boy. Oh, this...this is just sad.
Ok. I'm done with the laughing at the juvenile word..for now. Lets face it, my head will never get out of the gutter.
And what is up with the Backstreet Boys?! First off, they're still around. Secondly Kevin is no longer in the group. I sure can pick them. Lance is gay and Kevin is no more. My record for boy bands of 0-2. I was never into 98 degrees.
Right-o. Off to make some lunch. Have a nice day.
(PS...the title? How Lowell on Wings thought I'll be home for Christmas went...)
I've already started a Christmas list. It has two things on it so far. Yay. Last year was the first year in many that I actually sat down and made a good list. Usually it's just "oh yeah I want that. Yeah I guess that'd be alright" I want a Brewers batting practice hat but I don't know how big my head is. They're fitted you see. I also want "All The President's Men" I am completly taken at the moment by the Watergate reporting. I just...mm. Loves it. Nothing is better then a movie like that to me. And if this was Conan at this time a big stamp would stamp me "Dork" instead of "Ass"
It cannot be good that I can push on one of my ribs and it pops back into place. What the hell is that all about?
So I got screwed by work. I requested next weekend off, go home see the changes, it's my pops' birthday, do a little laundry and eat some good food. And I didn't get it. That blows. I haven't been home since...mm like the third weekend of September and now I won't be home until flipping Thanksgiving and let me tell ya, if the fuck that up there will be hell to pay. I wrote that down twice now and well, phhh, if I don't get it there is no way I am staying in Whitewater all by my lonesome self. I'll raise hell.
I don't know why, but last night some guy called his wife a wiener and it made me laugh. On the inside, of course. Didn't want to look like a freak. I have no idea why it made me giggle but it did. Perhaps it was the delivery or perhaps it is because no one uses wiener anymore but hehe. It's making me laugh right now. Oh boy. Oh, this...this is just sad.
Ok. I'm done with the laughing at the juvenile word..for now. Lets face it, my head will never get out of the gutter.
And what is up with the Backstreet Boys?! First off, they're still around. Secondly Kevin is no longer in the group. I sure can pick them. Lance is gay and Kevin is no more. My record for boy bands of 0-2. I was never into 98 degrees.
Right-o. Off to make some lunch. Have a nice day.
(PS...the title? How Lowell on Wings thought I'll be home for Christmas went...)
Friday, November 2, 2007
Are You Good Enough?
I've been pamphlet-ed. Last night at work, I got pegged as a sinner. A lady gave me a pamphlet entitled, "Are You Good Enough to go to Heaven?" Does my heathen light shine that bright? She said she gives them to everyone, alright I guess. I was going to throw it away but then I thought to myself that this should make an interesting read.
Oh, it did alright. I'm such a dork that I highlighted the good parts. That's how I am, I'm a highlighter. I'll highlight something that's convicting me of eternal damnation.
Basically, it revolves around the ten commandments and how I should live my life in accordance to them. Yeah alright. But my favorite part is the end, when they tell you you're screwed. That "This may sound strange, but the worst thing you could do at this point in time is to try and clean up your lifestyle...Should a judge let a murderer go because he says he will now live a good life? No, he's in debt to justice and therefore must be punished."
Apparently you can't turn to God. "The Law of God is merely like a mirror--all a mirror does is show you the truth. If you see egg on your face, you don't try and wash yourself with the mirror, its purpose should be to send you to the water for cleansing. Neither should you try and wash yourself with the mirror of God's Law...that's not its purpose." I think I've been lied to by my pastor. Granted the last time I've talked to one was oh, 8th grade but still..
And apparently God isn't nice. He's not up for forgiving sins and well, I feel bad for the Catholics who spend time confessing their sins cause I guess that's just a waste of time in the long run. And he's vengeful. Damn. "The very thing that many people are hoping will save them on Judgement Day, God's 'goodness' will be the very thing that will condemn them. If God is good, He should punish murderers, liars, thieves, etc., and Hell will be their dreadful fate." Those poor, poor born again's. I'm sure they're gonna be pissed when they find out all this.
Oh and there's no greater insult to God then calling him a liar. Which I'm not, I'm just not calling him anything at all.
This pamphlet is so damn cheery! "Does the fact that you have sinned against God scare you? It should. You have actually angered Him by your sin." Um, ok? I like how the whole tone of this thing is into scaring you into getting down with God. Personally I don't react well to people trying to scare me or being a bitch to me. You try to scare me into something like this and the chances of me believing are slim to none.
Oh and forget your health and everything else. You need to prioritize and it should be your eternal salvation. I'm gonna use that when I go to the doctor next. "sorry doctor. I didn't have time to eat my vegetables you see, I got this pamphlet and it told me to set aside my health and work on my faith."
The ironic part of it all? This pamphlet that is anything but comforting was wrote by a dude named Ray Comfort. Thanks Ray! I'm giving you a sign with my hand right now and here's a hint: it's not a big ol' thumbs up.
I have no problem with people believing in God. I truly, honestly don't. What I have a problem with is when they try to pass it off on me. I grew up going to Sunday school and confirmation, somewhere along the way I just realized it's not for me. I'm sorry. Please stop. I'm a pessimistic person in some areas and religion is just that. I cannot wrap my head around the idea of a God who I am supposed to champion but cannot please. It makes no sense. I'm supposed to go my whole life through trying my best to please Him and still end up on the outside? I live my life with morals and ethics, most can be considered the same as Christian ideas. I don't do really bad things, I do make mistakes but at least I strive. I don't push my beliefs of science and evolution on others. If they don't agree with me then whatever, I'm not going to try to convert them to the Church of Darwin. They are my beliefs. Mine. I don't expect anyone to be just like me. I'm tolerant but I don't think I could live my life with someone who is completely immersed in God. That's just me. Plus I don't think we'd get along at all.
Ok enough with this!
I don't really have anything else to say....except there is a very real possibility that I'll get out of school in four years. Booyah grandma!
Ok I'm outtie...and no I didn't proofread beyond the spellcheck.
Oh, it did alright. I'm such a dork that I highlighted the good parts. That's how I am, I'm a highlighter. I'll highlight something that's convicting me of eternal damnation.
Basically, it revolves around the ten commandments and how I should live my life in accordance to them. Yeah alright. But my favorite part is the end, when they tell you you're screwed. That "This may sound strange, but the worst thing you could do at this point in time is to try and clean up your lifestyle...Should a judge let a murderer go because he says he will now live a good life? No, he's in debt to justice and therefore must be punished."
Apparently you can't turn to God. "The Law of God is merely like a mirror--all a mirror does is show you the truth. If you see egg on your face, you don't try and wash yourself with the mirror, its purpose should be to send you to the water for cleansing. Neither should you try and wash yourself with the mirror of God's Law...that's not its purpose." I think I've been lied to by my pastor. Granted the last time I've talked to one was oh, 8th grade but still..
And apparently God isn't nice. He's not up for forgiving sins and well, I feel bad for the Catholics who spend time confessing their sins cause I guess that's just a waste of time in the long run. And he's vengeful. Damn. "The very thing that many people are hoping will save them on Judgement Day, God's 'goodness' will be the very thing that will condemn them. If God is good, He should punish murderers, liars, thieves, etc., and Hell will be their dreadful fate." Those poor, poor born again's. I'm sure they're gonna be pissed when they find out all this.
Oh and there's no greater insult to God then calling him a liar. Which I'm not, I'm just not calling him anything at all.
This pamphlet is so damn cheery! "Does the fact that you have sinned against God scare you? It should. You have actually angered Him by your sin." Um, ok? I like how the whole tone of this thing is into scaring you into getting down with God. Personally I don't react well to people trying to scare me or being a bitch to me. You try to scare me into something like this and the chances of me believing are slim to none.
Oh and forget your health and everything else. You need to prioritize and it should be your eternal salvation. I'm gonna use that when I go to the doctor next. "sorry doctor. I didn't have time to eat my vegetables you see, I got this pamphlet and it told me to set aside my health and work on my faith."
The ironic part of it all? This pamphlet that is anything but comforting was wrote by a dude named Ray Comfort. Thanks Ray! I'm giving you a sign with my hand right now and here's a hint: it's not a big ol' thumbs up.
I have no problem with people believing in God. I truly, honestly don't. What I have a problem with is when they try to pass it off on me. I grew up going to Sunday school and confirmation, somewhere along the way I just realized it's not for me. I'm sorry. Please stop. I'm a pessimistic person in some areas and religion is just that. I cannot wrap my head around the idea of a God who I am supposed to champion but cannot please. It makes no sense. I'm supposed to go my whole life through trying my best to please Him and still end up on the outside? I live my life with morals and ethics, most can be considered the same as Christian ideas. I don't do really bad things, I do make mistakes but at least I strive. I don't push my beliefs of science and evolution on others. If they don't agree with me then whatever, I'm not going to try to convert them to the Church of Darwin. They are my beliefs. Mine. I don't expect anyone to be just like me. I'm tolerant but I don't think I could live my life with someone who is completely immersed in God. That's just me. Plus I don't think we'd get along at all.
Ok enough with this!
I don't really have anything else to say....except there is a very real possibility that I'll get out of school in four years. Booyah grandma!
Ok I'm outtie...and no I didn't proofread beyond the spellcheck.
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