i am tired, and about to go to sleep. but it is Friday now. which means the start of my official A Fire Inside weekend will be celebrated today. i am so beyond excited. i will be sure to post all of the details of Monday's concert. Mrs. Traner called me a genius today, and gave me a head start on the next reading by giving me my book after school before it was even assigned. she just let me take a copy right off the shelf in her office. i felt so special, like i helped her choose which work we were going to study because she asked for my input on whether we should read it or not. and i loved it so i said "of course!" ha ha. so, its on!
and apparently, Mr.Laske told my mom he misses not having me in any of his classes terribly. and i miss him too. it is strange how attached you become to a teacher after you have had them for 2 years consecutively and then suddenly not at all. i will make it a point to visit him before school is over, although, tomorrow i will be so sonambulant.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
oh yes.
and an update on that party i had to go to for my uncle. ahaha, funny story. i stayed for about an hour, and upon arrival was scared out of my mind when i was engulfed by all of these strangers from their church. and of course i was wearing all black, and they consequently looked down their noses at me like i was nephilim or Satan or something...
all of the "salads" that they had were soaked through with trans fats and cholesterol, because i could not find anything that was void of some type of pork product. what is so "salad" about a pile of meat and sauce on a leaf? no idea. but i digress. so then i just decided i would get a beverage. and that was also a challenge because all they had was soda. and i don't drink soda. so i had some tea, after being called difficult by my adoring cousin. and being harassed by church goers who were ironically enough blowing their beer breath in my face the whole hour and something i was there. apparently, it is a sin to be vegan because you "must try everything at least once." and of course, there was 4 different kinds of pasta salad, but all of them had these vital ingredients. egg mayonnaise and swine. lemon lemon lemon.
while i was waiting for my friend Elaina to call so that i had an excuse to leave, everyone else was waiting on the chicken. mind you, there were at lest 25 people there. or more. but when the chicken was brought to the table, i felt like i was watching a sacrifice to the heathen gods take place. there were so many carcasses, i thought they had staged a heist at the Purdue plant. like an entire walmart had been robbed of its poultry. i kid you not, it was insane. there must have been 2 pigs and 40 chickens murdered for their carnivorous feast. it was awful, and the smell was nauseating. and all i could eat the whole time i was there was bread and strawberries. i kid you not. and i was accosted the whole time.
reasons why i dont go to church #539: the people judge my lifestyle while they get drunk at a party and murder helpless animals in a wasteful manner.
no sir.
all of the "salads" that they had were soaked through with trans fats and cholesterol, because i could not find anything that was void of some type of pork product. what is so "salad" about a pile of meat and sauce on a leaf? no idea. but i digress. so then i just decided i would get a beverage. and that was also a challenge because all they had was soda. and i don't drink soda. so i had some tea, after being called difficult by my adoring cousin. and being harassed by church goers who were ironically enough blowing their beer breath in my face the whole hour and something i was there. apparently, it is a sin to be vegan because you "must try everything at least once." and of course, there was 4 different kinds of pasta salad, but all of them had these vital ingredients. egg mayonnaise and swine. lemon lemon lemon.
while i was waiting for my friend Elaina to call so that i had an excuse to leave, everyone else was waiting on the chicken. mind you, there were at lest 25 people there. or more. but when the chicken was brought to the table, i felt like i was watching a sacrifice to the heathen gods take place. there were so many carcasses, i thought they had staged a heist at the Purdue plant. like an entire walmart had been robbed of its poultry. i kid you not, it was insane. there must have been 2 pigs and 40 chickens murdered for their carnivorous feast. it was awful, and the smell was nauseating. and all i could eat the whole time i was there was bread and strawberries. i kid you not. and i was accosted the whole time.
reasons why i dont go to church #539: the people judge my lifestyle while they get drunk at a party and murder helpless animals in a wasteful manner.
no sir.
A Fire Inside.
i know i said my next post would be an analysis on normalism. but it will have to wait, because i have been listening to my afi cd nonstop for 2 days and find it quite amazing and just had to share. i am so excited to see them in less than two weeks, and to be honest, i know it is going to be so surreal. i have loved this band for 5 years, maybe even 6, i cannot recall. and i did not have the opprotunity to see them when they came 4 years ago on the decemberunderground tour. so now, i am pretty much scared that because i have anticipated this event for 4 years, when it is over....i will have nothing left to look forward too. (which isnt true at all, because there is halloween, then the holidays, then the H.I.M cd will release, and they will tour, then graduation, and my tattoos.) so i mean, i do have things to look forward too. but this is going to be beyond epic. and i dont care what the hell these "critics" say about afi finally selling out. they said that when decemberunderground came out too. its just because the band is moving constantly forward, and forever changing their sound. you cant wear the same expression all of the time. i dont care if years from now they have evolved so much that they start playing their music in Limited Too's, i will always support my favorite band. davey havok is my own personal john lennon. and no, that does not mean i am going to worship catcher in the rye and then shoot him. even though i have loved that book since 9th grade, i could never want davey dead. haha, more later.
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