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All we need is just a little patience...
Jul. 12th, 2002 09:50 amI wish I could tell that to my teachers in school.
Friar Henk, to whom I have to send my Christian bullshit...er...belief (I always get the two mixed up) is an asshole. And I have to type 7 pages to him first. Blah. And then there's psychology. Blah!
*Grin*
I'm at my moms. We had dinner in a jazzcafe last night, which was okay. Hothothot peppersteak! Then we went by my brother's place, which is huge, and I picked up some moving boxes there. Then we went home.
I told my mom I'm not a christian anymore. She was totally shocked. But I don't think that she realizes what a real christian is. Because she doesn't go to church or read the bible. But I don't know what her personal relation with God is. Then there's ofcourse the fact that I'm studying wicca. Maybe I can tell her that when she's a bit over the shock. In, say, a year or ten.
This morning I had made an error with my alarmclocks. One went off at half past seven, and the other at half past eight. I chose the latter to get up, ofcourse. Slept worse then ever, waking up in the middle of the night and all. Cats on my pillow.
My cat Vlekje (Translation: Spot), who really is an independant cat and tries to get away whenever you pet her/lift her/look at her, curled up on my lap, pulled my shirt real close to her nose with her nails, and intensely enjoyed my company. Teehee. *Big Smile* I've quite missed her. Neil and Doris as well, but Vlekje the most. She's now washing herself on my mothers clean laundry, the way cats always do. I hate to have to leave her this afternoon.
Friar Henk, to whom I have to send my Christian bullshit...er...belief (I always get the two mixed up) is an asshole. And I have to type 7 pages to him first. Blah. And then there's psychology. Blah!
*Grin*
I'm at my moms. We had dinner in a jazzcafe last night, which was okay. Hothothot peppersteak! Then we went by my brother's place, which is huge, and I picked up some moving boxes there. Then we went home.
I told my mom I'm not a christian anymore. She was totally shocked. But I don't think that she realizes what a real christian is. Because she doesn't go to church or read the bible. But I don't know what her personal relation with God is. Then there's ofcourse the fact that I'm studying wicca. Maybe I can tell her that when she's a bit over the shock. In, say, a year or ten.
This morning I had made an error with my alarmclocks. One went off at half past seven, and the other at half past eight. I chose the latter to get up, ofcourse. Slept worse then ever, waking up in the middle of the night and all. Cats on my pillow.
My cat Vlekje (Translation: Spot), who really is an independant cat and tries to get away whenever you pet her/lift her/look at her, curled up on my lap, pulled my shirt real close to her nose with her nails, and intensely enjoyed my company. Teehee. *Big Smile* I've quite missed her. Neil and Doris as well, but Vlekje the most. She's now washing herself on my mothers clean laundry, the way cats always do. I hate to have to leave her this afternoon.
