flowers in the window
school can suck it.
i am now im one of those i hate the fucking free world kind of moods, but it was not always like this. a recap of today:
i woke up at 10:30, stayed in bed till noon, then got up and did yoga for an hour. i felt wooonnderful... child's pose is a gift from the heavens, i know it.. and then got a shower. hey, did you burn my yoga cd? i can't remember. damn short term memory loss.
got out of the shower and anna called, so we decided to go thrift store shopping. sadly we forgot it was sunday, the day all thrift stores are apparently closed, so we wandered around boonsboro/downtown for an hour and a half before heading to rugged wearhouse, where i bought an abercrombie top and a delia's shirt for less than $14, yippee. that was a long sentence.
we went back to my house so i could eat before we went to 'church.' i havent been to anything church-like in a while so needless to say i wasn't too excited about going but because anna asked me to and i love her i went. and no that doesnt mean im going to the whorehouse with you tomorrow. we're not at that type of love quite yet.
so this church thing was more like an open-forum setup, and tonight's topic was 'questions skeptics ask.' well. this was right up my alley, since if what i told my mother is true i gave up religion quite a while ago. actually that's not so true. i still believe in god and all that but i don't like organized religion. never have really. but back to the story. i'm a skeptic, and the panel was answering questions that i had been asking myself for years.
the human race completely lacks the ability to understand the concepts of 'infinity' and 'random,' which is why i think religion never really gelled with me. i have trouble with faith. i don't know why other people get it and i don't, so don't ask. im the kind of person who needs everything to be spelled out, so i can understand it from any angle. i like to be absolutely sure of what i'm dealing with at all times. i just have so much trouble believing in something i dont understand or like very much, because it never goes along with what i want. but i digress. i should know better than to open that can of worms when i'm in this mood.
instead of being boring it was actually more interesting than i'm comfortable admitting. i think i'd like to go back.
so after the church thing anna comes back to my house and we get the bright idea to dye our hair again, since we both needed a touchup. i was the only one who ended up doing it though, and it turned out reddish AGAIN. i swear if it comes out red one more time, i'm dying it dark dark brown, to match my ugly weird dark dark brown eyebrows.
the cats are chasing each other again.
after i dyed my hair i went to walgreens to show andrew, then to leslie's to pick up mel. then i came back and i dont remember what i did but i sure know what i didn't do, and that was write my epitaph. its a nice idea but i just can't write about myself without being negative, and i dont think i could write a happy poem right now.
there is no reason to feel bad
but there are many seasons to feel bad, sad, mad
this entry was too long.
i am now im one of those i hate the fucking free world kind of moods, but it was not always like this. a recap of today:
i woke up at 10:30, stayed in bed till noon, then got up and did yoga for an hour. i felt wooonnderful... child's pose is a gift from the heavens, i know it.. and then got a shower. hey, did you burn my yoga cd? i can't remember. damn short term memory loss.
got out of the shower and anna called, so we decided to go thrift store shopping. sadly we forgot it was sunday, the day all thrift stores are apparently closed, so we wandered around boonsboro/downtown for an hour and a half before heading to rugged wearhouse, where i bought an abercrombie top and a delia's shirt for less than $14, yippee. that was a long sentence.
we went back to my house so i could eat before we went to 'church.' i havent been to anything church-like in a while so needless to say i wasn't too excited about going but because anna asked me to and i love her i went. and no that doesnt mean im going to the whorehouse with you tomorrow. we're not at that type of love quite yet.
so this church thing was more like an open-forum setup, and tonight's topic was 'questions skeptics ask.' well. this was right up my alley, since if what i told my mother is true i gave up religion quite a while ago. actually that's not so true. i still believe in god and all that but i don't like organized religion. never have really. but back to the story. i'm a skeptic, and the panel was answering questions that i had been asking myself for years.
the human race completely lacks the ability to understand the concepts of 'infinity' and 'random,' which is why i think religion never really gelled with me. i have trouble with faith. i don't know why other people get it and i don't, so don't ask. im the kind of person who needs everything to be spelled out, so i can understand it from any angle. i like to be absolutely sure of what i'm dealing with at all times. i just have so much trouble believing in something i dont understand or like very much, because it never goes along with what i want. but i digress. i should know better than to open that can of worms when i'm in this mood.
instead of being boring it was actually more interesting than i'm comfortable admitting. i think i'd like to go back.
so after the church thing anna comes back to my house and we get the bright idea to dye our hair again, since we both needed a touchup. i was the only one who ended up doing it though, and it turned out reddish AGAIN. i swear if it comes out red one more time, i'm dying it dark dark brown, to match my ugly weird dark dark brown eyebrows.
the cats are chasing each other again.
after i dyed my hair i went to walgreens to show andrew, then to leslie's to pick up mel. then i came back and i dont remember what i did but i sure know what i didn't do, and that was write my epitaph. its a nice idea but i just can't write about myself without being negative, and i dont think i could write a happy poem right now.
there is no reason to feel bad
but there are many seasons to feel bad, sad, mad
this entry was too long.