(Kristen stands up and leans over bus seat to throw away wrapper) Me: That was an amazing display of acrobatics. Kristen: All I did was stand up. Me: More than I can do right about now. (scrunched in seat with feet on bookbag) Kristen: It's going to be hard to get off the bus, then. Me: I'm not going to get off. I'm going to be a bus child. I'll live in this seat and accept generous crumbs of love and nourishment from my fellow peers. Kristen: ...I'll bring you some cereal tomorrow, bus child. Me: That's great! Make sure to get a spoon and a bowl and some milk, too. Kristen: (silence) Me: And no wheaties, those are gross. And a glass of water, becase I always drink one before i do anything else in the morning. Kristen: (stunned silence) Me: It's a habit. Kristen: You sure are picky...for someone who plans to live on a bus. You had to be there. *** I believe in God. The thing is, I do not believe in their God. I think God isn't mean or all condeming and all that other shit they force feed into you at church, believe this or die, excommunication excuse me while I barf crap. I told my mother I will not go to church anymore. the Bible was, after all, written by human beings! And I think God has better things to do than deal with punishing everyone for jaywalking. Duh. I believe in God, I believe in Heaven, Jesus was real, etc, but the ones I know are not the ones you know. And what's the point of going to heaven anyways if all you're going to do for eternity is stare at god's face reverently? I mean, I can hardly stare at anyone for two minutes, let alone reverently. I bet hell is much more exciting, in between all the fiery torturous death and whatnot. But I won't go to hell, much to every PTC church fanatic's contrary belief. I know it. Man, I haven't gone to church in half a year and I'm less hypocrtical than 75% of the people in this town. And that is truly saying something. Ugh. I am so mad.