Deploying operation middle finger!

Fury bar rising! (along with middle finger)

Charging thumb acceleration velocity cannon!

*Radio* Sir, we have lift off *Static fuzzy sound*

Well, today was a day was a day. Stormy weather so there wasn't exactly a lot I could do, but I was able to clean the church without losing our electricity. God must have been on my side (while I was cleaning the church), because about 10 minutes after I sprinted home in the slanted pouring rain the lights went out.

As I said yesterday, I'll probably end up discussing my feelings on my current relationship status at some point in this entry, but my good friend Ruth put up with me venting on her (she's good like that . . .), so I'm not exactly troubled anymore. I'm sure everyone likes this sort of juicy stuff, so I should probably use a great deal of hyperboles and superlatives and make it sound extremely interesting and spicy, but then my morals would come back and kick me in the backside and there'd I'd be, feeling odd. For the sake of looking back upon myself and personality years from now, allow myself to explain . . . myself.

During teenage years, we all supposedly do stupid things. One of my stupid habits is occupying my mind excessively (obsessing is actually the proper word for that) with crushes. Crush is a funny word, much like the idea of a fool being attracted to his folly, because I've found time and time again for lustful teenage experiences to do nothing but hurt me in the end.

Currently, I've been pondering asking a girl (anonymous) out on a date, but I'd rather not without knowing at least a tad bit more information. Asking another person out without knowing anything about them would be nothing but an extension of Aros (for those of you who don't know, Aros is basically the same thing as Cupid, or lust). I actually want my relationships to mean something - certainly at one point or another they could mean sex, because that's a happy thing. Is it not true that every other animal in nature besides mankind lives a life on the basis of food and reproduction? I'd like it very much to live that very same life with the incorporation of exercise, complete contentment, and actual passion. That's one advantage to mankind . . . we are able to think.

Many of you may think of me less because that last paragraph can be interpreted very myopically, but please be sure that my intentions are pure.

I should work on the Portola website as well as my Freedom of Speech essay, so I'll get back on this subject later.

I've had fun playing board games today.

Take care my friends.

P.S. For those of you who like the subliminal messaging and reflecting that I do in my titles, the title of today's entry can be interpreted to represent my frustration in the fact that my friend is attracted to the same person that I am (was) (shouldn't be) attracted to.