the endless enigma
It is sunday evening, even though it is still light out. I have roughly 100 pages to do in my apamer textbook, which of course i thought i'd do all friday night; but something came up. I like this little thing to type in- no matter how ridiculous it is. It gives me an excuse not to be looking at my 10 lb AMERICAN JOURNEY bullshit book.
As everyone knows, John Paul II died yesterday at 9:37- their time. Many people i have talked to about it have not only disregarded it, but have derided such a loss. If you were one of those people, I want to say fuck you, even if you know i love you. One of the most prominent and holy historical figures of our time has left us, and if you can't respect that- then i have nothing to say to you; so from now on, please refrain on the pope jokes just because you know i am mourning. RIP a great man, regardless of any religion or values.
Now that i have said that -which i felt needed to be said- i want to say how much i love my family. and my friends. For awhile now i've been extremly selfish and absorbed in my own sillyness, but when today brought new-found hurt, my family-my brother- helped me snap back in to reality. He took the time to not only console me, but just to talk with me and help me sort shit out that has just been piling in my cloudy head. I actually feel a lifted burden, and i think alot of people don't take the time to see what they have right in front of them.
There are a couple things on my mind still confusing me- nothing that can be easily resolved through family or friends. I just hope my sight will stop being blurry, and that i'll get true perspective back. This year i have been bent and twisted in many different directions, but i suppose that's what makes me, me. I just used to be more confident in what i believed, and in the values i used to openly reflect, but now i'm not so sure. All i know is, I love boobies. I just have to have them, real or fake. Silicone or mamm glands. if there is one thing i put faith in, it is my love for BOOBIES.
This has been fun, i might start updating more. But right now, i have to do work and fight crime. and eat some ice cream.
love, Lily
As everyone knows, John Paul II died yesterday at 9:37- their time. Many people i have talked to about it have not only disregarded it, but have derided such a loss. If you were one of those people, I want to say fuck you, even if you know i love you. One of the most prominent and holy historical figures of our time has left us, and if you can't respect that- then i have nothing to say to you; so from now on, please refrain on the pope jokes just because you know i am mourning. RIP a great man, regardless of any religion or values.
Now that i have said that -which i felt needed to be said- i want to say how much i love my family. and my friends. For awhile now i've been extremly selfish and absorbed in my own sillyness, but when today brought new-found hurt, my family-my brother- helped me snap back in to reality. He took the time to not only console me, but just to talk with me and help me sort shit out that has just been piling in my cloudy head. I actually feel a lifted burden, and i think alot of people don't take the time to see what they have right in front of them.
There are a couple things on my mind still confusing me- nothing that can be easily resolved through family or friends. I just hope my sight will stop being blurry, and that i'll get true perspective back. This year i have been bent and twisted in many different directions, but i suppose that's what makes me, me. I just used to be more confident in what i believed, and in the values i used to openly reflect, but now i'm not so sure. All i know is, I love boobies. I just have to have them, real or fake. Silicone or mamm glands. if there is one thing i put faith in, it is my love for BOOBIES.
This has been fun, i might start updating more. But right now, i have to do work and fight crime. and eat some ice cream.
love, Lily