Puddin'

Right now I'm debating things that I want to write here. Or on my blog. Sometimes I'm scared to write things, because I feel like there's always more to say. Sometimes going back and editing doesn't do the trick because you can't ever have that frame of time back. You can never have the same Passion of the Christ again, no matter how many times you bring it back to the cinema. It just doesn't work. So a lot of times I refrain from saying some things, because I think there are going to be other times to say things. Then there are those things that I'm afraid to say because of how stupid it may make me sound. For example, my current position in the Atheist community probably confuses people. I talk about God as though he exists, and Hell, and I read my Bible, and things. A close friend has asked me on occasion why I don't just convert to Christianity. I don't want to be a part of any religion. I think atheism in itself is too restrictive. That's still what I say I am though. My oddest beliefs. Probably several. One of the oddest, I think you'll find, is my belief that people have certain, though limited, control over their own death. People do create fate. That's as spiritual as it gets. I don't think people realize a lot of times that coincidence is mere ignorance. Everything is choreographed, just move your body. It depends on you to make it sexy. What else, what else. Right now I'm trying to be careful to pick out certain topics. Such signficance may come a long later, because a lot of what I'm saying is partial to what I want to say fully. You know what I hate, though? When people blame things on television. It's surprising to me how many simple natured people will blame TV. My English teacher did that yesterday. I was hoping this conversation would continue today, but it didn't. I would have liked to say quite a few things in there to stir up some emotions with people. I really would have. Maybe stir up some emotions, like Mel Gibson's, The Passion. Because it wasn't good enough the first time. But aside from all the controversial or nonsensical subject matter, how's my fashion feelings going? Great. I'm still lovin' clothes, and still mainly admiring Victoria's Secret models for those wings they wear sometimes in the commercials (You think I'm kidding, don't you?). And as far as pretty faces, I'm admiring girls more as late, rather than guys (I asure you, I'm still straight). I mean I never think guys are pretty, unless they look feminine. Like that stud people are always talking about that played in PotC. No, not Pirates of the Caribbean! I'm talkin' 'bout Passion of the Christ. Juss' playin! Really, that whole part was a joke. But yes, I've been enjoying the looks of elaborate make-up styles on women lately. Mmhm. I really am straight! :D Seriously. But really, back to the seriousness I've drifted away from in the last couple paragraphs. I guess that's all I feel like saying. I just felt like giving some type of an update, because I have a lot of things on my mind. And I just mentioned a few of the things I felt like talking about, even if some were more important than others. At some point everything I want to say will be said, and everyone that I want to hear it will have heard it. That's what matters, ultimately. -Matter _________________________ Person A: Where is a Hilton Hotel at, anyway? Person B: Uh...I don't know. In Paris.. [We LOL'D for real!!] Is that a real joke, or were those just complete random words? Because I'd never heard that joke before. I laughed my ass off when my friend said this today.
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completely off da topic but the hilton hotel places r in aus...oh..aha i just got dat jke then lol...ignore me...dum
Thnx. I hope my depression is short lived. B/c it's really getting old and grey with a droopy ball sack. I just feel so much better.--
I don't know I'll ask her. She's not usually werided out. Just don't grab her boob even if you're checking for brest cancer. lol. I was playin' around with her and she punched the shit out of me. But don't worry she's defintly not bisexual nor is she lesbo. So don't worry! lol.--
Man, I still have this picture of this way hot suicide girl I cut out of a magazine. I put it on my mirror. My sister will probably make a lesbian comment about me but I don't care. She's wearin' wings and curly eyeliner.

What that had to do with anything I don't know. You just said that about pretty faces on girls and victoria's secret models with wings and I thought of that suicidegirl. Oh well.
I don't know if her eyelashes are anything special. But I will take a picture of the picture if you're that excited about it. I'm making myself a pair of wings. I bet they will come out looking like shit but meh. Maybe a miracle will happen and they will be nice.
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I'm going to laugh at all the people who pay 7 bucks to see the passion in theaters again because they think it is somewhat different. And the people who just want to see Jesus on the big screen again, well I'm going to punch them in the face.
lovely diary

Yea the pills are bad. I really don't know if I need any meds to keep me okay. But today since the meds are no longer in my system I don't feel normal at all. Not like I was before I was depressed the first time. I don't even remember what normal feels like. It's horrible. So I'm going to try different pills. Going back to the doctor and maybe see if I need to get others. You have a good w/e too!--