Sadly, this is the most interesting thing that happened to me this week
So the other day I was at the store, picking up food for dinner, because my mother wanted me to cook a vegetarian meal due to it being Ash Wednesday. Apparently on Ash Wednesday, we don't eat meat. I'm not sure how this came about, actually. I'm pretty sure all the (mainstream) Christian religions have gotten rid of their mandatory holy dietary restrictions (weird, isn't it -- all the other faiths fast, or don't eat cows, or things with hooves or whatever, but Christianity is like, "Fuck that, and eat Jesus' body!"). Coincidentally, I have no idea what the purpose of Ash Wednesday is. It's the first day of Lent, yeah, but I'm not sure where the Ash bit comes into it. Wiki says it has something to do with repentance -- the ash symbolizing how humbled you are for your sins and your acknowledgment that someday you'll be dead and dusty("Remember (O man) that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.")? If that's the case, why wouldn't you have Ash Everyday for Lent?
I don't know why I bother thinking about these things, seeing how I'm an apathetist.
Anyways, I was at the store because I'm the one with the vegetarian cookbook, and I was in charge of dinner. I grabbed all the food stuff I needed, and rather absentmindedly, impulse bought a tube of chapstick from that rack of random crap and trashy magazines they always have at store registers. Then I went on my merry way, completely forgetting about it. Until today.
I finally looked at the damn thing, and, lo and behold, it was cherry chapstick.
I've been wearing cherry chapstick for two days now. Not a single girl has tried to kiss me and like it.
Things learned this week: Katy Perry is a liar, in addition to being a terribly dressed person. Ash Wednesday seems like a redundant holiday, and doesn't particularly celebrate any remarkable event, as best I can tell.
I don't know why I bother thinking about these things, seeing how I'm an apathetist.
Anyways, I was at the store because I'm the one with the vegetarian cookbook, and I was in charge of dinner. I grabbed all the food stuff I needed, and rather absentmindedly, impulse bought a tube of chapstick from that rack of random crap and trashy magazines they always have at store registers. Then I went on my merry way, completely forgetting about it. Until today.
I finally looked at the damn thing, and, lo and behold, it was cherry chapstick.
I've been wearing cherry chapstick for two days now. Not a single girl has tried to kiss me and like it.
Things learned this week: Katy Perry is a liar, in addition to being a terribly dressed person. Ash Wednesday seems like a redundant holiday, and doesn't particularly celebrate any remarkable event, as best I can tell.