the r0ck

internet, yay!

so much trouble involved. thank you, dad. maybe you could have saved me the fucking trouble. but oh, i forget, you're my father. i guess with that comes the responsibility of being a fucking asshole, because that's all you know how to be.

but, i have internet. it was messy and complicated and it involved people screaming and tears shed and major stupidity and thickheadedness on the part of he-whom-i-will-not-name because he is a stubborn asshole and i cannot believe i am under his roof so help me god or verra or some higher power if you exist but i am rambling and this is trivial so i shall get over it.

so. new topic new topic. the rock. I went to The Rock last night, which is a Friday-night Christian Youth Group type thing that I haven't been to in several years because I am no longer Christian, and oddly enough, I felt more comfortable being there now that I don't believe in the same faith, than I ever felt when I did believe in it, or somewhat believe in it. I don't know why. I guess it's just easier to talk when I'm challenging people and asking questions than when I'm sitting there agreeing and trying to provide insight on how to agree some more.

We played games. A partner game and a group game. Very painful games that involved trash cans falling, and people running and people tripping and people yanking, and bruises springing up on my arms and knees and All Joints That Allow Bones to Bend. I met a guy who squeezed my hand too tight, and I was certain I was going to bruise. We sadly broke off in order to discuss the paragraph above, along with evolution and Christianity, and I observed the percentage of religion that is, in fact, nothing more than a careful manipulation of words. It irked me right off. But it was still better in comparison to other youth groups I've been to. And I got to see Henry and Diana, both of whom I haven't seen in a fairly long time, so that's always a plus. Diana and I looked at each other and said, "Hey," and then we recognized each other and we said, "HEY."

Anyway. It was fun. I would do it again, not just for the games but because the discussion was interesting.

soul: ahh i;ve only got 8 more weeks to prepare
Wings: heaven forbid
Wings: ack, whatever will happen to me now
soul: er u'll be alrite
Wings: i was mocking you, m'dear
soul: oh oh
soul: dammit
soul: wait hold on
soul: i dont quitre have it yet

And we call him smart.

=P Just kidding. He really is quite brilliant.

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There is little use pondering what could have been,
when all that matters is what wasn't.