Today Has Been Odd To Say The Least
So. My coach once again harped on me about my weight and decided to take me grocery shopping. OK. Well, He decided to take me after morning practice. Guess what? Everything was closed. So I went back to my dorm and went to sleep.
*IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED IN TERMS OF RELIGION, KINDLY DISREGARD THIS SECTION. THANK YOU.*
Then, in Anthropology class (the anthropology of folklore, myth and legends) we were talking about the mytholization of Mary as the mother of Jesus. It was really interesting and I was enjoying it until some chick started complaining to the proffesor INTERRUPTING THE LECTURE how she didn't apreciate how we were bashing her religion and she was all butthurt about it and boohoo and was asking for support from other students. Well, she was alone in that. It was rather hillarious. Not that she felt that way, but with how she handled it. I mean, this was a scholarly endevor; the class isn't "make fun of Catholic Dogma". She wasted my time, my prof's time, and the rest of my classmate's time. The funny thing was, we WEREN'T bashing Catholic Dogma, we were examining papal bulls in relation to how the myth of Mary came about. It's not the prof's fault that most of the dogma contradicts itself and becomes more fantastical as time went on. Anyway, right before that some guy asked (in all seriousness) if we can take the bible as truth. I am an apathetic agnostic, so I found it funny. In my humble opinion, the bible is an origin story. A STORY. It is easier for people to believe in something that seems to have "ancient wisdom" than find their own way in life. By my personal philosophy, I need to believe in myself before I can believe in a diety. I feel that some people cling to the metaphysical rather than live in reality. For example, addicts that turn to Jesus rather than a bottle or a needle. Well, that is all well and good that they found a way to conqure their addiction, but I feel that they are still living in a twilight, unable to accept the ramifications their actions had on themselves and those around them, and unable to trust themselves enough to heal enough to function in the "real world". Granted, I am a science major, so this may be my coldhearted calulation of people's lifestyles, but here it is plain and simple: proof of a Higher Being cannot be proved, nor can it be disproved. However, if you were a divine being, I think you would have better things to do than babysit the barely evolved chimps that are the human race.
*PLEASE CONTINUE READING IF YOU SKIPPED THE PREVIOUS SECTION*
So after class my coach calls me and tells me to meet him near campus. So I go to the designated place and get into his car. And he drives me back to my dorm and hands me A GINORMOUS BAG FULL OF FOOD. Carrots, zuccini, bell peppers, yoghurt, almond butter, strawberries, tangerines, apples... and a knife, cutting board and pyrex. OOOOK. I'm kinda freaked out, but hey, free food and cooking impliments, I'm not complaining. His parting comment to me was "Now, remember: only use the knife on the food..." (In my head: what, now you suspect me of cutting?) "And not on me!" (Insert his weird creeper laugh here).
o.O <- That was my face. That is still my face.
Furthermore, school and the pressure to lose weight for crew are not doing good fo me. I'm so stressed and tired when I come back for the daw that all I want to do is eat something, do my work and go to sleep. But because of crew I can't just go to sleep, I need to do my work so I can go to evening practices. And I need to constantly watch what I eat, so I stress about that. So I have developed stress induced nausia. And while this is detering my stress eating, it is making me miserable and making it hard to concentrate which is why I have been writing this long ass entry rather than doing my math (taylor and mclauren series ooooh boy!). Just six more Mondays left...
And I know alot of you are on hiatus, but when you get around to it, tell me about a little moment of WIN in your RL. <3
*IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED IN TERMS OF RELIGION, KINDLY DISREGARD THIS SECTION. THANK YOU.*
Then, in Anthropology class (the anthropology of folklore, myth and legends) we were talking about the mytholization of Mary as the mother of Jesus. It was really interesting and I was enjoying it until some chick started complaining to the proffesor INTERRUPTING THE LECTURE how she didn't apreciate how we were bashing her religion and she was all butthurt about it and boohoo and was asking for support from other students. Well, she was alone in that. It was rather hillarious. Not that she felt that way, but with how she handled it. I mean, this was a scholarly endevor; the class isn't "make fun of Catholic Dogma". She wasted my time, my prof's time, and the rest of my classmate's time. The funny thing was, we WEREN'T bashing Catholic Dogma, we were examining papal bulls in relation to how the myth of Mary came about. It's not the prof's fault that most of the dogma contradicts itself and becomes more fantastical as time went on. Anyway, right before that some guy asked (in all seriousness) if we can take the bible as truth. I am an apathetic agnostic, so I found it funny. In my humble opinion, the bible is an origin story. A STORY. It is easier for people to believe in something that seems to have "ancient wisdom" than find their own way in life. By my personal philosophy, I need to believe in myself before I can believe in a diety. I feel that some people cling to the metaphysical rather than live in reality. For example, addicts that turn to Jesus rather than a bottle or a needle. Well, that is all well and good that they found a way to conqure their addiction, but I feel that they are still living in a twilight, unable to accept the ramifications their actions had on themselves and those around them, and unable to trust themselves enough to heal enough to function in the "real world". Granted, I am a science major, so this may be my coldhearted calulation of people's lifestyles, but here it is plain and simple: proof of a Higher Being cannot be proved, nor can it be disproved. However, if you were a divine being, I think you would have better things to do than babysit the barely evolved chimps that are the human race.
*PLEASE CONTINUE READING IF YOU SKIPPED THE PREVIOUS SECTION*
So after class my coach calls me and tells me to meet him near campus. So I go to the designated place and get into his car. And he drives me back to my dorm and hands me A GINORMOUS BAG FULL OF FOOD. Carrots, zuccini, bell peppers, yoghurt, almond butter, strawberries, tangerines, apples... and a knife, cutting board and pyrex. OOOOK. I'm kinda freaked out, but hey, free food and cooking impliments, I'm not complaining. His parting comment to me was "Now, remember: only use the knife on the food..." (In my head: what, now you suspect me of cutting?) "And not on me!" (Insert his weird creeper laugh here).
o.O <- That was my face. That is still my face.
Furthermore, school and the pressure to lose weight for crew are not doing good fo me. I'm so stressed and tired when I come back for the daw that all I want to do is eat something, do my work and go to sleep. But because of crew I can't just go to sleep, I need to do my work so I can go to evening practices. And I need to constantly watch what I eat, so I stress about that. So I have developed stress induced nausia. And while this is detering my stress eating, it is making me miserable and making it hard to concentrate which is why I have been writing this long ass entry rather than doing my math (taylor and mclauren series ooooh boy!). Just six more Mondays left...
And I know alot of you are on hiatus, but when you get around to it, tell me about a little moment of WIN in your RL. <3