. . .I’ll take Songs that Must Die for $1,000, Alex.
Finally all moved in to the townhouse. It’s nice, but I feel like a yuppie suburban whore. Finished off the semester in an OK fashion, without too much pain and anguish. Christmas was nice back in Minnesota, but it solidified my resolve to stay away from there for a while.
Not really a whole lot new going on. Work and play. Such a nice break from work and work and work.
First off, let me state that never again can I be allowed to study at the same table, in the same building or at the same time as Jackie Wojcik. We accomplish nothing at the same time other than distracting each other.
Now that that’s out of the way, I finished an entire semester’s worth of work in 16 hours. Imagine if I would have done that through the whole semester instead of a single night. That would have meant more free time and less stress.
Work’s OK. Hours got cut, but I’m OK with that, because it means that I’ll have more free time. And more time to accomplish my new goal for next semester:
Become Organized. Do Things Early. Stress Less.
Haha. That’s where you’re supposed to start laughing.
I love it. On Facebook right now, at least at Carthage, there’s been a recent surge of activity on account of the Jesus people on campus about how only 96% of teens will “stand up for Jesus.” How many things are wrong with the statement?
1. I’m not a teen. Fucker. I’m going to be 21 in a week. Perhaps you should double-check the birthdate of the person you’re posting to.
2. I don’t need to wear my faith on my sleeve and piss off the rest of the world. It’s an issue between myself and God. You catch more flies with honey, you get what I’m saying?
3. In marketing and PR, we talk about such a concept as a “soft sell.” Faith and religion, because of its intrinsically personal nature, is something that requires that soft sell. This is not a soft sell. It’s like, “Hello, my name is Mr. Club. Nice to meet you, Mr. Head.”
4. Chain letters are annoying. Period.
5. And, in the words of a certain Christian cynic, Jesus was plan B. Get over it.
But why should I be surprised? These are the same people who would tell me I’m damned to hell for any number of reasons. You pick ‘em. Because they believe in a God which is so limited, so restricted that it can be completely explained and related to by a mere human. The God I believe in, though, is capable of anything. And it is disrespectful, degrading and detestable to attempt to explain away the works God can do.
What would the world be like without radical, right-wing “Christians?” There’d be much less to pick on, that’s for sure.
Guess what? You can order Papa John’s delivery to your home, office or wherever ONLINE! That’s right. I’m even so lazy that I won’t get up off my ass to pick up the phone and actually call anymore. It all has to be done on the computer.
Speaking of computers, my new one is big and beautiful and lovely and wonderful. I’m on it right now, in fact.
I’m having another life crisis. I really have no clue what I’m doing next year. I’m in another kick where I think I may have an idea of how to actually use my major, rather than working at the store forever. Ugh.