Ah, home.
Back from the vapid abyss I so lovingly called home. Managed to get into big arguments with both my parents in the same day. With my father, it was about religion. With my mother, it was about my father.
It all started when my dad asked me if I am in any Christian groups here at college. I said no, the Christian Feloowship here are a bunch of asses who think that they're better than everyone else and look down on anyone who don't believe as they do. In fact, I was considering starting an inter-faith alliance for people of all religions. He looked. He blinked. Repeat.
It all came down to "Don't you worry about hell?" "I don't believe in hell." Blink. Blink. Preacher dude's a little slow on the uptake, k? Then he defined Paganism as "belief in evil spirits," and I had to set him straight. It seemed like he was saying "______ was divinely inspired" (usually referring to the Bible) over and over, when I know for goddamn sure that whatever he was referring to was purely political in nature (the council of Carthage, for example). So. I have a feeling that he'll be calling me "prodigal" more often.
My mother? Still acting like she's nineteen when it comes to my father. "I hate him, he deserves whatever pain is coming to him, I don't care that he's your father, I reserve the right to talk shit and give you the third degree, even though it was I who suggested you two have lunch." In other words, immaturity.
I can't tell you how relieved I was when I got back to campus.
Went to Rac's, and we lazed around in honor of Heather turning 20. Shrimp Scampi in her honor for Buffy night this week. Mostly, I'm excited 'cause it's Not!Glar. (Glar being the inedible dining hall food.
Today: French class. Enlightenment Lit. MT/Opera workshop. The rest of the day, nothin' but library, thank you Margie. I think that if I manage my time well, I may ave time to breathe around 6. But as it stands, I must dress and go to the library to do a French assignment that made absolutely no sense.
Red-What's up with BQ? I just caught up my friends list. I hope everything's okay.
LM- I got your email. I'll reply tonight.
Anna- Got your message.
It all started when my dad asked me if I am in any Christian groups here at college. I said no, the Christian Feloowship here are a bunch of asses who think that they're better than everyone else and look down on anyone who don't believe as they do. In fact, I was considering starting an inter-faith alliance for people of all religions. He looked. He blinked. Repeat.
It all came down to "Don't you worry about hell?" "I don't believe in hell." Blink. Blink. Preacher dude's a little slow on the uptake, k? Then he defined Paganism as "belief in evil spirits," and I had to set him straight. It seemed like he was saying "______ was divinely inspired" (usually referring to the Bible) over and over, when I know for goddamn sure that whatever he was referring to was purely political in nature (the council of Carthage, for example). So. I have a feeling that he'll be calling me "prodigal" more often.
My mother? Still acting like she's nineteen when it comes to my father. "I hate him, he deserves whatever pain is coming to him, I don't care that he's your father, I reserve the right to talk shit and give you the third degree, even though it was I who suggested you two have lunch." In other words, immaturity.
I can't tell you how relieved I was when I got back to campus.
Went to Rac's, and we lazed around in honor of Heather turning 20. Shrimp Scampi in her honor for Buffy night this week. Mostly, I'm excited 'cause it's Not!Glar. (Glar being the inedible dining hall food.
Today: French class. Enlightenment Lit. MT/Opera workshop. The rest of the day, nothin' but library, thank you Margie. I think that if I manage my time well, I may ave time to breathe around 6. But as it stands, I must dress and go to the library to do a French assignment that made absolutely no sense.
Red-
LM- I got your email. I'll reply tonight.
Anna- Got your message.