Website of the day:1000 Blank Cards Definitely a Discordian card game. heheheh
Listening to:
Give ya ten guesses. The obsession continues. If I had known about the Cure before now, there would have been no contest ~ Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons would have been shown the door.
"Let me take your hands
I'm shaking like milk.
Turning, turning blue
all over the windows and the floors..."
O.k. Where did those ten days go? Somebody must have snuck 'em by me because I don't know where they went.
I made my 'stage debut' in theater class. My group did a scene from a play called "The Hot L Baltimore" and I got to play 'Mrs. Belotti, Horse Belotti's Mother.' I have one word for it: :::_insert maniacal laughter here_::: I could not connect with that character at all! About the only thing we had in common is the fact that we're both rather round. Then again, I don't think I would have been more convincing as the nineteen year old hooker. :::snicker::: I did read the rest of the play though ~ I thought I would lose it when I got to the part about April (another hooker in the hotel) uh, 'entertaining' in her room and she didn't know the hot water had been fixed. The man insisted on being in the bathtub though...as April said, "It about scalded his balls right off."
Speaking of which ~ you know the guy that I nearly fixated on in theater class? Turns out, he doesn't live too far away and he graduated two years after I did, from the same high school. We had a few good conversations about people we both knew. Turns out, I kind of liked the guy once the hormones went away. He's pretty cool.
Oh yeah ~ the test I thought I failed? I got twenty seven out of thirty one questions right. Sheesh. I thought I made something like a ten on the damn thing.
Dream Alert (this also goes to show what happens when you fall asleep with the radio on.)
I'm in the Nashville Tech parking lot, behind the library. I'm trying to get to my algebra class, but I keep finding myself in different parts of the parking lot. The class started at seven thirty and by the time I finally reach the building, a clock on the outside says eight. It's dark ~ the only light comes from inside the library building.
I go back to a house that I'm staying in with several other people. It is my grandmother's house. I freak out (read:cry and scream. LOL) because I have no clean clothes or anything with me. Everyone gives me something ~ deodorant, clothes, etc.
Suddenly, the house disappears. We are all standing on the back edge of the parking lot and these feathered humanoid things come after us. The feathers are patterned quite like a calico cat. The critters try to scare us, so that we don't put up a fight but it doesn't fool me. I look forward to fighting mine. I don't know about anyone else.
The house is back and most everyone is sitting in the living room, debating about whether an evangelical approach is best and whether people need to be saved. There is one woman in the kitchen, staying out of the conversation. We decide to let the folks continue their debate as we work on shielding the house from any more attacks. She brings out a few books on witchcraft and I say, "Oh wow! You have all the books I don't have!" As I walk into the entryway, one of the guys tries to corner me by asking, "What texts would you use?" I simply say that I wouldn't. I'm not Christian. This brings up a bunch of questions as I wake up.
It's interesting what the mind will come up with, isn't it? I woke up early to listen to a story on Frida Kahlo this morning and I fell back asleep. When I woke up again, there was a debate on whether it was really ethical for evangelical groups to go into places like Afganistan with the express purpose to save souls, especially if it is hidden behind charity. A muslim man (I wish I could remember his name. I remember he was a professor...anyway...) made a good point about how it didn't seem that ethical when these people don't really have free choice in the matter when people come in and say, "Here is food and clothing but you have to listen to what we have to say to get it."
Evidently, I found the debate really interesting for it to make its way into my dream. I guess it also shows my feelings about evangelicals as well ~ they were just sitting around talking while we were getting stuff done!
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