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Let a righteous man strike me--it is a kindness; let him rebuke me--it is oil on my head. My head will not refuse it. Psalm 141:5
I have not been the best friend in the world to people recently. So I have decided to make a proclamation: if ever I act like an idiot/jerk/shleek*, my friends are welcome to smack me upside the head and tell me so.
Because 1) I'm not socially aware and tend to do things without thinking and 2) Friends are terribly important to me, and are on the list of what I live/die for.
It's a weird dichotomy. I'm a serious introvert and introspect, who has a bad habit of either missing or misunderstanding normal social cues. Yet relationships and the people I love are terribly important to me, even if I never express it. To hurt someone is not only something I would never purposefully do, but also something I regret deeply afterwards.
(Nikki, this is the large over-arching thing that my apology to you was just a part of. Just so you know.)
Tuesday night Amy and telepindil and I watched four episodes of Stargate; the last episode of Season 3 and the first three of Season 4. "Upgrades" was highly entertaining. Amy has borrowed Stepping Through the Stargate, a book of articles by professionals that also happen to be SG-1 fans. It's very well written, and great fun. Though I want to tell the lady who analyzed the clothing fashions of the show how much I prefer Daniel as a geek, plaid shirts and stupid hat included.
edeainfj , I really wanted to comment on your Bible speech a few days back, but LJ was being stupid and wouldn't let me. I just wanted to add that you are totally right about the Bible being everything one could want out of literature. To me, it's like it's the whole of human experience, marvellously distilled into a thousand-odd pages, from which all sorts of perspectives and ideas and conjectures can be extrapolated. I once had a professor who compared the Bible to spare ribs in that the more you gnawed at any given part, the more tasty stuff you came up with. The verse I put at the top had never before jumped out at me (nestled as it is near the end of the Psalms), and yet now it's the perfect thing.
Funding the Europe trip with grants is out of the question. Apparently I need to be taking at least 6 credit-hours. ::sigh::
A group of us are planning on seeing Hitchhiker's Guide this weekend, as it arrives on Friday (woohoo!). I'm making t-shirts. Mine says "Don't Panic," Amy's will say "Got Towel?", and telepindil's will say "Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it." And we are all bringing towels.
(*shleek: a person displaying character traits which would result in their being labelled a "bitch," but since Amy and I think that's insulting to both dogs and people, we use "shleek" instead)