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.
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Besides, where do kids find the guns they have learnt to load in Global Ops? In their parents closet. So not only should the computerprogrammers know better, so should parents.
Christianity and such
Date: 2002-07-15 03:32 am (UTC)Re: Christianity and such
Date: 2002-07-15 03:57 am (UTC)Which are exactly the two things my mother doesn't do.
But you're right. I should shut up. Because before you know it, I'll have people sueing me for expressing my thoughts.