And of course, I’m always looking for a fun way to start a debate, so are you surprised I’d mention a little of my religious views? You shouldn’t be.

Now, first thing, I was raised very religiously. I went to church every Sunday, a very lovely Lutheran Church, and my mom taught our Sunday School class. Thus, I was always the test rat at home for lesson plans. My parents had me in summer church classes, church plays, church choirs, you name it. I know the apostle’s creed still, memorized forwards and backwards. This is actually because for each verse we memorized we got candy. Mmmm candy! I know all the stories in the bible, I know the teaching, etc. etc. etc. So don’t anyone try and tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about when it comes to basic Christianity.

As for other religions, I know their political and social histories, not as much their theology, but enough of it overlaps to have a good general understanding.

So I’ll start with this. Is there a supreme being watching over all of us? Sure, why not? I don’t see why there can’t be, we just can’t actually prove it. Who is it? Well, that’s why we gave him the ambiguous name of “God.”

I really don’t have a problem with people using their faith to make them feel good about living, and using it as a reason to do good things. I mean, that would be like having a problem with people doing good things. What bothers me the most is when people 1) Try to tell me that their God is the best god ever, 2) Tell me that unless I do certain things for their church, and worship the way they want me to, I’ll go to hell, 3) believe Evolution is false, and 4) the bible is the word of God.

We’ll go in order.

1) How can your God be the best god ever? No, honestly, how? Did he beat up all the other gods? Is he the big bad god on the block? Newsflash, most religions in the world we can remember back to the time they were created, and half of them worship the same God. Why then does your god want you to kill his other followers *cough*Islam*cough* oh and *cough*Catholics!*cough* Yeah, that’s right, you went after the Jews. That totally counts. Dude, wasn’t Jesus a Jew? Someone had a misstep in logic during some point in history, that’s for sure.

2) So If I don’t do things your way, it’s the wrong way? This kind of piggy-backs off my last point. If the three main monotheistic religions worship the same god, why then do they not get along? Because their practices are different? Honestly, if someone doesn’t pray 5 times a day, or doesn’t go to church every Sunday, or learn how to read Hebrew, does it make them any less of a believer in God? It seems that the religions really only differ in practices. If I’m gonna worship the same god you do, I’ll do it my way, and if I piss him off because I did it my way, then well that’s between me and God, not anyone else.

3) Evolution, yes, is in fact a theory. But as a friend of mine once said, “So is gravity. Go jump off a building and test that one.” Truth is, people believe that they were never “monkeys.” We are part of the same family, the evidence is there, it’s widely accepted, and it has scientific evidence. I don’t care how you interpreted your bible, which I’ll get into next, Science has spoken. And the big bang theory, whose to say God wasn’t behind the big bang? hmm?

4) The Bible. My biggest problem is in fact with the Bible itself. So many people put so much emphasis on the Bible being “the word of God” and it being full of true stories, and how we should make it pretty much our Dictionary of Faith. I believe it is well known that the Bible was compiled and the stories chosen by, I think, Atheists hundreds of years after all of it happened. Thus, they had no idea what actually happened, and we don’t know what stories were even left out! Also, the stories were all written by men. Why are women not seen as better? Because men wrote the Bible. Why do Catholics believe we have original sin? Because me wrote the Bible. Had women written the Bible, the world would be a different, and female dominated, place.

I get most frustrated with how people take the Bible word for word. The Bible is full of STORIES, exaggerated stories with morals. The fact that catholicism broke into at least 3 different groups based partially on the interpretation of one sacrament irks me. Is the win and the bread the blood and flesh of Christ? Well gosh it doesn’t taste like it, but the Bible says it is, so it has to be! Or, not its just a representation. Or no! There is a transformation that occurs! Does it matter? You’re all doing the exact same thing. You’re drinking wine, and eating bread. As long as the principle is behind the action, it doesn’t matter what it is or isn’t right?

I think people get too hung up on trying to live by the word of God. People claiming to die for god. People like the VT shooter talking about dying like Christ. I thought Christ always taught to turn the other cheek. I thought killing was a sin. It seems like people sometimes use the excuse of religion as a reason to sin. Take all the religious wars. I’m pretty sure God didn’t ask for people to go out and seize vast lands in the name of God. Pretty sure God just wants people to get along, be happy, be good people, right? I dunno, but that’s why my mommy taught me.

To me, Religion shouldn’t be so much about the supreme being, and more about the person. Religion should be more of a set of guild lines. Instead of interpreting everything as the word of God, trying to find miracles, and waging holy missions, why instead don’t people try and please God by doing the only things he really asked of us? Believe, and follow the ten commandments. If people did that, the world would be better off anyway.

The true hypocrites though, are the people that do good things solely for the sake of getting into heaven. It seems a bit selfish to me to do a good thing in the belief that you are in the end benefiting yourself. Doesn’t it make you more of a religious person to do a good thing, not to please God, but for the sake of doing a good thing?

I’m really not a believer. I don’t get hung up on the whole is there, or is there not a God. Either way, doesn’t really bother me. I feel like, once I die, that’s it. And without solid evidence, you can’t really change my mind. Instead, I’m not going to deny other people their right to believe. Some people need that faith to keep going this shity reality we have. I totally understand that. But I’m also not going to ignore how I was raised. I was raised with the principles of religion, and they are good ones. They are great rules and guidelines to live life by.

I think, that if people shifted the emphasis away from the appeasing the supreme being, and more following the guides to live a good life, not only would things drastically improve within relations, but also, isn’t that directly appeasing God?

Religious people believe God gave us life. Dying to appease him is like giving back a gift you got from your friend for your birthday. It’s as if you didn’t want it. Isn’t that more insulting than pleasing?

Yesterday, I ended up getting my blood drawn, and a spur of the moment throat swab.

I tested positive for strep. WOOOO!

Then I went to work for 7 hours….on my day off.

The amusing part of this is 1) I infected my boyfriend and his entire family, 2) I probably infected my work’s entire staff.

I go on antibiotics later today. Then I head back to work! I should have just set up a cot in the back and slept there, packed myself a little breakfast and such.

The best part is that I’m reasonably sure I picked up this nasty bacteria from work. I should get hazard pay for all the illnesses I pick up there. Stupid children who do not wash.

If I had something better to write about, I would, but when I’m sick, I’m miserable. And Miserable Liah is a not very creative or in the mood to share Liah.

So once again, 2-3 days after visiting the doctors office, I am overcome by a terrible illness right in time for the weekend to ruin my plans.

I find great irony in the fact that I get sick everytime I go to the doctors office, and I’m headed there tomorrow to get blood drawn. Maybe I can pass my disease onto someone else. They say the fastest way to get rid of a cold is to give it to someone else. Though,while I am pretty sure I’ve already infected my boyfriend, I’m not feeling any better.

Actually, the doctors office is a really common place to catch bugs. Yet, isn’t the irony sweet?

I’m gonna go lie down.

Today, I had to go to the doctor, so that he could tell me I’m a typical student who needs to eat more and sleep more. Oh, and that I need to schedule another appointment to get my blood drawn to test for anemia.

This is why it’s a bad idea to tell your parents you’re always tired, and that people think you look pale. Instant doctor’s appointment.

Personally, I wish my doctor was Hawkeye from M*A*S*H. If that were the case, I’d probably make a weekly appointment to see him. In his younger days, damn that man was amazing. Companionate. Intelligent. Determined. And against stupidity. Perfection. They really don’t make tv like they used to.

I find though, that every time I go to the doctor’s office, I end up catching something. Today in the waiting room, there was this woman who looked absolutely miserable. Coughing and sneezing, I can only imagine how long it will take me to catch it. Damnit, there just seems to be something so wrong with that.

I’ll just try and get some sleep I guess. Psych exam at noon tomorrow. bleh.

Last night, I surprised my boyfriend at his dorm. It was fantastic.

His roommate can’t take a hint, so we headed out to my car.

The fun part about fooling around in a car is that the windows get really fogged up, so when people walk by and cars drive by, they can’t seen in. Of course, they can definitely see the car rocking back and forth

Shakin’ the Civic. w00t.

So last night, around 10pm, my ex boyfriend gives me a call. This was very weird. We haven’t spoken on the phone since he called me to apologize for screaming at me, calling me a slut, and saying he never wanted to talk to me again two weeks earlier. That was about three months ago. We text occasionally, but really he is too busy to really hold a conversation with me and I don’t care enough to put the effort into being friends anymore.

But last night, I get a phone call, and it’s him, and it was surreal. We dated for about a year and a half or so, maybe a little less, and it was a pretty intense relationship. Really strong feelings. I have a really hard time getting over all of it, but I did, and I’m good now. But each time he comes back, it’s weird.

I guess when you learn to live without something for so long, when it comes back, it screws you up regardless of how you actually feel about it. I had a hard time getting to sleep last night.

But the conversation was interesting. I asked him what all was new, and he preceded to tell me “I’m single. That’s about it.” Which, I knew already since he had texted me earlier that month informing me of his breaking up with his girlfriend, who I lovingly refer to as HB (Hoe Beast). It’s true, I hate her with a passion. Bitch stabbed me in the back. Whatever, it’s all good.  I didn’t really care why they broke up, but I was curious. Apparently “the feelings we no longer there.” Hmm, this rang a bell, pretty sure that’s that DH (Dunder Head aka Justin, my other ex) told me. Of course, he cheated on me, and that’s why he broke up with me. meh.

Then my ex, we’ll call him DB, asks me how things are with “What’s his name” who is my new boyfriend, who I have been dating 5 months tomorrow! eeee! =D Sorry, exceptionally girly moment there.

It was awkward because for some odd reason, I don’t feel very comfortable talking about my new boyfriend with my old boyfriend. He was persistent though, wanted to know what all had changed, if anything was new. When I said I didn’t understand, or that nothing was really new, he replied with the sarcastic “yeeeaaaaah,” like he didn’t believe me. I’m assuming he wanted to know what all we had done sexually, if we were getting serious, etc. He wanted to know if I was happy. I politely replied that I didn’t want to talk about that and that we are quite happy. Then I played things down a bit to end all the questioning.

I thought it would be a bad idea to mention that I’m on BC now, that I plan on sticking with this new relationship as long as possible, and that I am in love. Oh, and that he is dayum good. teehee

I’d just rather lie, and avoid these subjects. I don’t need him thinking any less of me. Not that I care so much, since  he hates my party habits, but I don’t like when people think less of me, not him imparticular.

Other than that, the conversation was normal and friendly. He always throws those weird comments that make me wonder about if he is over me or not. Srsly. I’m over him. I have a few unresolved personal issues with it, but really, I am over it.

The surreal part was the fact that he feels like a thing of the past. It was like talking to a dead person on the phone. I still remembered his voice, and that was bizarre. I guess it’s one of those things you never forget.

-sigh- alright, sorry, that uber-personal and not interesting at all. Just something I needed to talk about so I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Thought it might be best that I don’t discuss it with my boyfriend.

Hmm, I feel like consoling myself with a big cheeseburger from Micky D’s. Mmmm tasty.

In light of Britney Spear’s recent shows at “The House of Blues,” and her beginning attempts at a comeback, I have created a short list about why this can never happen. Thus, I give you:

5 Reasons Britney Spears Wont Make A Comeback (at least not a successful one)
1. She has babies. The sheer idea that another man has violated that sacred hole that is Britney Spear’s Vagina is enough to turn away most men. Except for maybe my boyfriend, who claims he would still take a crack at it. I politely reminded him of the Twinkie in the tunnel phenomenon.

2. Her lack of natural hair. You just know that during at least one show, her wig WILL fall off, and she WILL be laughed at, and she WILL cry. And that right there, would end a career that could not even be destroyed by the lip singing fiasco. No, I’m not talking about Ashely Simpson. She has acid reflux remember??!!?!!?!!11one!?!!

3. Her… Habits. Among these include, poor grammar, not showering, forgetting underwear (actually that one might help), eating crappy foods, and not being in general very clean. The poor grammar one is really just a pet peeve of mine, and probably wont affect her career other than make people think she is stupid, which, most of us already know.

4. K-fed. Come on. Do I need to say it? Anyone that thought he was a talented rapper has no musical taste, thus, will never make a comeback in the music industry.

5. Her new music. Granted, she has nothing out yet, but we know what it will be about. She made her money singing about seducing young boys, and becoming a woman, yada yada. Well, she can’t sing about any of that anymore, so she has essentially lost her audience. No one between the ages of 14-19 really wants to hear songs about her children. Children, while cute, are not really… a good idea at that age, and are not what girls want around that time. So if she writes songs about how much she loves her babies, no one is gonna wanna hear that. Yeah, we know your kids are amazing. They are also the product of two very screwed up people. No, we’re not impressed. And I swear, one song about K-Fed, and it’s all over.

Ugh. Exams are approaching and I have just about given up on school. I’m pretty much done for the year, and classes just drag as we shove in a little review. I suppose I should be thankful for the review, but I’d rather sleep. Once their over though, I’m home free. Too bad its hell till then.

My very first exam, waaay back in my freshman year of high school, I had a very interesting day. It had turned out that the day before, my friend had been throwing up all day, but neglected to mention this to me while we were hanging out. How wonderful it was to wake up at 6am that morning feeling awful. Of course, I HAD to go to school to take the exam, since if I didn’t I would fail, or would have to come in on my day off - lame. I also figured it was a bad idea to go to school on an empty stomach. Foolish me, I had an apple.

So I suffered through my first exam, a pretty easy creative writing exam, but I couldn’t even go near the cafeteria because the smell of the cookies and donuts they were selling made me sick to my stomach, so I went up to my next exam. Too bad my spanish teacher was a total bitch and told me I wasn’t allowed in the room yet, so I stood in the hall, on the brink of passing out.

So finally, when she let me in, I made sure to sit near the trash can. Good move on my part because half way through the exam, I start feeling reeaaaallly awful. In one swift movement, I was over the trashcan, getting sick. Getting really sick. Lots of green — the apple. I stayed there, waiting for the teacher to rescue me, but she never even looked up, even though the entire class was staring at me.

Luckily, a teacher from across the hall saw me, and pulled me into the Foreign language office. No thanks to my other gay spanish teacher. Hate that bitch. Yeah, I’m a little bitter.

I got to spend the rest of the two hour time limit in the office…finishing my exam. Thank god they let me leave a little early to get out to my bus before everyone else, along with my complementary trash bag. heh.

And I of course, had to get up the next morning, for more exams. Not a fun time.

But I’m proud to say, that I got a B on that spanish final, even with the massive interruptions.

I know no one really enjoys finals, but yeah, that was one really awful finals week.

I’m crossing my fingers that never happens again.