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Completely True Story:
I was thinking (which is dangerous in and of itself) and I decided part of the problems in religions is the fact that kids who go to schools with religion classes literally get religion pounded into their heads. I mean, seriously. I can tell you that if I hadn't gone to Catholic schools, I probably would have just decided being Catholic wasn't for me. I did for awhile. In 5th grade, i was sitting in Mass at school when it occured to me. If there's no God, then we look like idiots. I stopped believing in God. Besides, I was being tortured every day by 18 girls, and I thought God wouldn't have let something so cruel happen to me, the good smart girl. So since I was being hurt, there must be no God. Logical thinking, and rather mature for me at 10 years old. I pretended. I did everything I was supposed to, but I didn't put my heart into it. I continued this through 7th grade. Then, I decided if my parents and friends and family and teachers all believe, then I must be wrong. not that I was wrong in my thinking though. I was just asking the age-old question: "Why does God let bad things happen to good people?" I thought of myself as stupid and childish for all that time as, for all intents and purposes, an atheist. Ha ha. I was wrong. I just criticized myself too much and, in turn, criticized others for making almost the same choice I had. Proof of me being a total jerk. Not like you didn't know that already.
Another true story:
I once saw this girl at the library while I was volunteering. She looked like someone from my school. I was volunteering two days later, and I swear I saw the same girl in the same outfit across the library. I've never seen her since... Perhaps the library is haunted....
Story time continues:
Everyone either thinks I can walk on water or I'll sink like a stone. In other words, they either overestimate me (walking on water) or underestimate me (sinking like a stone). My friend Britt calls me "The Walking Dictionary". Alot of people think I'm blind, but I'm not (that's what the glasses are for). sometimes girls my age will watch me when I'm looking at something or waiting in line. They think I can't see them, but they're too obvious. You can't just stare at someone out-right. Duh.
Also:
Thank you to those who have been reading this journal. I have a general idea of who ya'll are. Maybe comment once in a while, please.
More junk:
If you ever see that I have some item you really want, but can't quite pull enough gold together to get one yourself, talk to me. I'll trade for items or gold that's close in value to what I have. Or, I may be in a generous, good mood and give it to you for free or very cheap. All you have to do is ask. I don't care who you are. I'm not a total miser.
Again:
check out my avi contest, plz! I am desperate for contestants.
Piano:
Lots of people know I can play "Music of the Night"(but not the part I like *sobs*) "Think of Me"(sorta) and "All I Ask of You"(ya, i can actually play this one) (from Phantom of the Opera!). But no one knows I can play the actual "Phantom of the Opera" music. I practise while my parents aren't home. It sounds pretty cool. I never get to play it for anyone. Heck, I don't even know why I learned it in the first place. Probly cause it was a choir song and I had the music, but I made up most of it, so maybe not... Who cares?! I sure as heck don't!
"When home and dreams aren't enough..."
~Nepie
 nepie · Sun Dec 04, 2005 @ 02:10am · 0 Comments |
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