This is a sort-of fuck you...
Let me address the girl (we met at a show) who told me that I can't be Catholic and like Bad Religion. Let's see...where do we begin?
You suck. You're stupid. You're ignorant. You're cliche. You know nothing. You just love drama. You only know what people tell you. You aren't my friend.
We met at a show and exchanged SNs because we had spoken a lot and I thought she seemed cool. I'm not going to go into detail about all the crap that she said to me, but bashing someone's religion (to them) really isn't cool, regardless of whoever you are. I am pretty happy with my religion, actually. Aside from the "It is right to give him thanks and praise" response which seems sort-of cultish to me, I've discovered that my religion isn't all that bad. I may not agree with everything my religion tells me is right/wrong, but I've done well by it so far, and I think I'll stick with it. Thanks.
In other, drama-related news, I told my friend "I" (Melissa should know who this is) that I had to go to a funeral for a baby (it was a still birth) on Friday. She kept referring to him as "it", and I finally corrected her by writing "him". Her response? "He may have had a penis, but if he was only still a fetus, which means that he wasn't a real boy yet". Thanks for being an insenstive bitch.
Friday's schedule:
Wake up: 7 AM
Get to work: 8:15 AM
Leave work: 9:15 AM
Get to church: 10:00 AM
Leave Church for Cemetery: 11:15 AM
Arrive at Aunt/Uncle's House: 12:00 PM
Leave house: 1:15 PM
Arrive at work: 1:45 PM
Leave work: 3:30 PM
Arrive at home: 3:50 PM
Leave home: 5:00 PM
Arrive at Yankee Stadium: 6:15 PM
I won't continue there, but Friday was hell.
+Great seats at the stadium (Box seats, 10 rows up, a bit to the left of home plate - right behind Baltimore's on deck circle)
-My chicken fingers' breading didn't want to stay on the chicken
-Locked my keys inside of my car (2nd time ever - first time was @ a wedding back in May ---> I'm sooo smart/lucky)
-Had to leave the game during the 4th inning
+AAA doesn't charge $$ for car-unlocking services
-Dad/Stepmom are pissed at me (although they didn't want to make me feel bad).
I am officially the stupidest person on earth.
Yesterday I went to Hunter's t-ball game. He did well, I guess. Hunter is the little brother, FYI. I went food shopping with the family, cleaned, Becky picked me up to go to Blockbuster, rented "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen" (not such a great movie...), went back to my house, watched it, THE END.
Today: IDK.
You suck. You're stupid. You're ignorant. You're cliche. You know nothing. You just love drama. You only know what people tell you. You aren't my friend.
We met at a show and exchanged SNs because we had spoken a lot and I thought she seemed cool. I'm not going to go into detail about all the crap that she said to me, but bashing someone's religion (to them) really isn't cool, regardless of whoever you are. I am pretty happy with my religion, actually. Aside from the "It is right to give him thanks and praise" response which seems sort-of cultish to me, I've discovered that my religion isn't all that bad. I may not agree with everything my religion tells me is right/wrong, but I've done well by it so far, and I think I'll stick with it. Thanks.
In other, drama-related news, I told my friend "I" (Melissa should know who this is) that I had to go to a funeral for a baby (it was a still birth) on Friday. She kept referring to him as "it", and I finally corrected her by writing "him". Her response? "He may have had a penis, but if he was only still a fetus, which means that he wasn't a real boy yet". Thanks for being an insenstive bitch.
Friday's schedule:
Wake up: 7 AM
Get to work: 8:15 AM
Leave work: 9:15 AM
Get to church: 10:00 AM
Leave Church for Cemetery: 11:15 AM
Arrive at Aunt/Uncle's House: 12:00 PM
Leave house: 1:15 PM
Arrive at work: 1:45 PM
Leave work: 3:30 PM
Arrive at home: 3:50 PM
Leave home: 5:00 PM
Arrive at Yankee Stadium: 6:15 PM
I won't continue there, but Friday was hell.
+Great seats at the stadium (Box seats, 10 rows up, a bit to the left of home plate - right behind Baltimore's on deck circle)
-My chicken fingers' breading didn't want to stay on the chicken
-Locked my keys inside of my car (2nd time ever - first time was @ a wedding back in May ---> I'm sooo smart/lucky)
-Had to leave the game during the 4th inning
+AAA doesn't charge $$ for car-unlocking services
-Dad/Stepmom are pissed at me (although they didn't want to make me feel bad).
I am officially the stupidest person on earth.
Yesterday I went to Hunter's t-ball game. He did well, I guess. Hunter is the little brother, FYI. I went food shopping with the family, cleaned, Becky picked me up to go to Blockbuster, rented "Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen" (not such a great movie...), went back to my house, watched it, THE END.
Today: IDK.