Eh, you'll figure out how to read them... ...eventually...
Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 @ 03:13am
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******** Catholic school.
The reason I'm not going to catholic school is because Religion makes you sad. That's right. It guilt-trips you into believing that the stuff you do every day that's more convenient is evil. Well, so what? We're humans, we're not perfect, we can't fix every mistake, and if we did, then wouldn't we be boring, naieve people? Sometimes I think that Christianity is a big load of s**t in most of it's beliefs. Okay, I get the concept. God and the trinity and s**t like that...okay. Big deal there. But why I have to be confirmed is beyond me. I thought I was a Catholic when I got Baptized. I thought I was a catholic when I started catholic school. I thought I was a catholic when I had my First Holy Communion, but apparently they think I need more 'conditioning.' What the ******** is this, 1984?! The community from The Giver?!! They are conditioning us to think that we need it when it is really just a minor detail. Look at Ghandi and Buddha. They were great people, and not Catholic. Look at people like Einstien, he was Jewish and invented the atomic bomb, as well as become a superior physicist despite his failing grades in Grammar School and the Holocaust. If you can be a great person without confirmation, then ******** confirmation! ******** catholic school! ******** the church! They are shovanist bastards who don't know the meaning of equality. Well you know what, once they run out of guys to be priests they're going to have to let women into the clergy anyway. And when that day comes, then I'll start truly identifying myself as a catholic.
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Amelia Sailune
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Amelia Sailune
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2005 @ 06:01pm
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Nashville wedding.
My distant cousin (I have too many) Gina had her wedding over the weekend of Aug. 6-7th. We drove down to Tennessee and it was a lot of fun.
Ten years ago my parents had some exchange students from the Czech Republic, and the older one came back with one of his friends. They were totally jet lagged by the time they got back. They stayed in the U.S. for three weeks, renting a car and driving it to Yellowstone National Park, Colorado, Iowa, Oklahoma, Missouri, Kentucky, and finally Tenessee, where in Nashville we just happened to find him waiting on the sidewalk next to a bar where he later explained he was waiting for his friend to use the bathroom. What a coincidence.
I also got to see my relatives from Marion, IL when we were driving to Nashville. My Aunt Diane had her birthday and we celebrated (rather traditionally) with cake and ice cream while watching my cousin Andrea's wedding tape that my dad took.
I got to take some shots at Gina's wedding, and I managed to catch the Bride and Groom dance, as well as the father-daughter dance and the mother-son dance.
Damnit, why did my mom have to go and say, "Don't be such a wimp!" After I didn't want to dance with the groom during the stupid dollar dance? After that, I mainly stood on the wooden balcony on the upper floor of the small party house crying my eyes out until they ((after about half an hour)Yeah, THAT'S how much they care) just dragged me back to the party, still crying my eyes out. Then later at the hotel my dad yelled at me and said I was "Acting like a big baby" and my behavior was "Ridiculous".
God, don't my parent's know enough not to A-B-U-S-E their ******** daughter?! Or at least get her in counciling?!
So I asked mom if I could get a social worker. And she said, "Social worker? Do now how much those cost?! They're 100 bucks a pop! We are NOT getting you a social worker. You don't need one. Dad needs to get a new job. The answer is NO." So I yelled at her and said "Who CARES ABOUT ******** MONEY! WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU BASTARDS ******** UP MY PSYCHE!!! IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT I'M LIKE THIS!"
So I've been sulking since yesterday.
As usual.
GOD my parents are ******** morons.
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