CharnonIsaac: LaToya. CharnonIsaac: Did I say goodbye to you? yourstruly826: no. lol CharnonIsaac: I'm sorry. You wouldn't believe what I was put through. CharnonIsaac: Marley had some sort of play. CharnonIsaac: And she wanted us to go and see it for some reason. CharnonIsaac: So then we were all driving up there. CharnonIsaac: Then all of a sudden my mum pushes me out and they drive off. CharnonIsaac: So I have to go in there and watch her! CharnonIsaac: I was expecting it to be some play in front of the Church congregation. CharnonIsaac: But there were no parents. CharnonIsaac: There was no congregation. yourstruly826: what was it? lol CharnonIsaac: Just the kids. CharnonIsaac: Putting on a play for the other kids. yourstruly826: aww..thats so cute yourstruly826: haha CharnonIsaac: It isn't!!! :o CharnonIsaac: It's terrible. CharnonIsaac: And awful. :-( CharnonIsaac: So they divided us all up and everything. CharnonIsaac: Gave us these silly army hats. CharnonIsaac: And armbands. CharnonIsaac: And dogtags. CharnonIsaac: Then I had to follow the kids around. CharnonIsaac: And do arts and crafts. :-( CharnonIsaac: Then I had to go in there. CharnonIsaac: And watch the play. CharnonIsaac: Which wasn't that bad. CharnonIsaac: And I saw my sister act for the first time. CharnonIsaac: But then they like pushed us into another room. CharnonIsaac: Sat us down. yourstruly826: hahaha...thats great. i wish i had been there to laugh at u.lolol CharnonIsaac: And I tried to get away to talk to this group of guys but they said "He's escaping. =-OGet him :o" CharnonIsaac: So. CharnonIsaac: They've forced me into some sort of labor camp. CharnonIsaac: Where you make arts and crafts. CharnonIsaac: They're torturing me. yourstruly826: sounds like u had loads of funnnn yourstruly826: hahahao CharnonIsaac: They look at me like I'm a criminal. CharnonIsaac: And they're wearing army hats. CharnonIsaac: What the hell is with this country?! CharnonIsaac: Is Church like this every week?? yourstruly826: i guess so. showin our patriotism yourstruly826: lol CharnonIsaac: They ate hot dogs and pork and beans. Do you know how bad that is for a Church to eat those sorts of things? CharnonIsaac: It has pork in it, for goodness' sake.. CharnonIsaac: It explicitly states in the Bible. CharnonIsaac: No goshdamn pork. CharnonIsaac: These people are animals. CharnonIsaac: Then I refused to participate in their march and their song and dance. They were making up some sort of brainwashing lyrics. yourstruly826: i like pork, though:- CharnonIsaac: It was horrible. yourstruly826: lol CharnonIsaac: When I was in line with my siste.r CharnonIsaac: The pastor. CharnonIsaac: He grabbed my arm. CharnonIsaac: Then I thought that was kind of weird. CharnonIsaac: But he was feeling the muscle. CharnonIsaac: So I just said "hey" and he walked away. CharnonIsaac: Didn't even look me in the eyes or anything. yourstruly826: whoa, freaky pastor yourstruly826: lol CharnonIsaac: He waited until the two other ladies were there to shake my hand in front of them. Even then, he was squeezing my hand to test my strength. I can tell the difference between a moderate hand-shake and a hand-shake that two men give each other to test each others manhood. CharnonIsaac: But this was just weird. CharnonIsaac: And I noticed that the large black cross that was hung on the wall was slanted. CharnonIsaac: Like an X. CharnonIsaac: When you slant the cross or display it incorrectly, it's usually a sacreligious sign. CharnonIsaac: A sign of unrighteousness. CharnonIsaac: Which lead me to believe that these people are corrupt. CharnonIsaac: I could sense this all along. yourstruly826: uh oh..this church sounds a little weird yourstruly826: lol CharnonIsaac: Then. CharnonIsaac: Yes. CharnonIsaac: Very weird. CharnonIsaac: But. CharnonIsaac: When they were giving the prayer. CharnonIsaac: They all bowed their heads. CharnonIsaac: And this is with all of the children who are like 2 and 3 and everything. CharnonIsaac: And they said the prayer "" CharnonIsaac: But. CharnonIsaac: On the end of it. CharnonIsaac: The pastor said... CharnonIsaac: "Please help those that aren't.........something....participating. Maybe they had a bad day or something in their lives. Please ...........something.........grumpy......." CharnonIsaac: Something like that. CharnonIsaac: But he was talking about me because I was the one that wouldn't participate. CharnonIsaac: How would any of this take me closer to God?! CharnonIsaac: And I stand firmly on that. CharnonIsaac: That was one corrupt Church. CharnonIsaac: So the way I figure it. yourstruly826: yeah, sure is yourstruly826: lol yourstruly826: hey, i'm off to bed isaac yourstruly826: lol CharnonIsaac: Oh okay. CharnonIsaac: Well. CharnonIsaac: Have a good time in bed. yourstruly826: oh, i will....;-)hahaha CharnonIsaac: Oooooh. ;-)I know what you're doing tonight. CharnonIsaac: Have fun. CharnonIsaac: Night night. yourstruly826: lololol yourstruly826: goodnight yourstruly826 signed off at 11:59:59 PM.
And the moral to this story is... I'm a deeply spiritual person with an indestructable, impermeable faith and an open mind. While everyone was dancing around and singing songs, I was sitting down and reading a passage in the Bible. Matthew 2-4, as I recall. From what I could figure, a good pastor would have sat down and asked me why I wasn't participating instead of attempting to embarrassment in front of everyone in prayer. I want to go to Church. But I want to go to a [i]good[/i] Church. Until I find a good one, I'll continue to worship God in my own way. Thank you. *takes a bow*
I was at work one day and I saw LJ hugging Jennifer. I didn't see that she was crying when I went to hug the both of them but I told her that if she needed someone to talk to... But I just sounded so insensitive. I beat myself up over the feeling.
Well. No more apathetical senses of view for me. I carry only empathy for all that God created in my heart. I found out what was wrong. The girl was pregnant. I was dumbfounded when she told me. I couldn't think of anything pleasant to retort.
Remember the days when the only thing to worry about was what to wear to school? I often look back on life's simplicity. But life is all about choices, decisions, and their consequences. That's when it begins to get complicated. Look to God and all will be well.
Today I happily update my resume because my mysterious friend, who is quite wealthy if I might add (drives a Lexus), is submitting it to some company. I ask no questions. I'm working all day on finishing learning JavaScript and XML so that I can add them to my resume in full conscience. If I can't learn them by the time he comes to pick it up, screw it, it goes in anyway. Oh! I forgot to tell him that we'd need to find some way to print it because the printer is broken.
Oh well. If you'd like to see my long list of technicaly skills, then please ask for my resume and I shall submit it.
Damn...JavaScript is easy, but learning XML is quite different from what I had inticipated it to be.
Here is a step-by-step guide on how to get girl's numbers. Are you ready? Okay. Here we go. 1. Walk up to them and say hello. 2. Ask for their number. 3. If they don't give it to you, mug them and take it from their purse. If they do, then thank them, walk away, and never call them. My friend Chris from work hooked up with this girl by following this easy guide. Congratulations, Chris!
# Hack into some russian satellite through their country's poor computer security and user their laser tto fry people after determining their geographic location. # Put a hit out on them. # Pay street thugs to jump them. # Toss a brick at them while driving at a fast speed and hope it hits its mark. # Inject them with dishwashing detergent. # Poison. Yes. That's easy. # Add more by commenting.
Hundreds of thousands of lines of code. Time, Devotion, and Hard Spirit. =http://www.biznitz.com Biznitz.com will soon be here. It is only a matter of weeks and a matter of if I'll keep my internet connection or not. Stay tuned...
A slow Sunday. I'm going to go and read my Bible for about two hours. My family and I painted the house. I cannot wait until I can get as far away from that man that lives with us as possible. Then I can truly be happy. I suppose I should use this entry as some sort of phsychological outlet. Let's see...
The day that I last saw my biological father was the day that I met this stupid man. I didn't really meet him. My mum went to his house seeking comfort after she broke up with my father. I didn't really get a chance to talk to the guy until my mum was asking me to spend time with him because he was going to live with us for a while a while later. He seemed aggravated by me. I told my mum that he was an okay guy because he made her happy. Then one day he moved in. The second day that he moved into the house was the day that he made me cry (keep in mind, I was 10). He bitched and moaned about something I did with the bathroom sink and me being an English child at the time I wasn't used to someone wailing on me with so much verbal abuse. I was a refined child that didn't care for rebellion or making trouble of any kind and he assumed the worst of me. So...for seven years this man lived with us. Moaning and complaining about everything. Sure I talk back to the man, but I don't really argue with him. He wants me to argue. He provokes it. He's always trying to prove a point to me, yet it is futile because he's rarely right. He gets frustrated over the most finite details to try to get me to argue with him. In the mornings before I go to school he may say something stupid and ruin my entire day. I keep a stone face and I don't let it get to me. Afterall, I know the difference between right and wrong. Most of the things he does and says are wrong anyway. I'm not about to lead my life astray to make one single solitary ignorant low-brow baffoon happy. He's never happy anyway! Never a smile. In a situation where we're supposed to be happy together as a family such as Christmas or the one or two times we went to the beach together in these 7 years, he becomes passive and is unable to express himself. Pathetic. What's this man's problem? Who knows. And, truly, why should I care? I don't know this man. As I've said, he just showed up one day and has been bugging me ever since. All I know about this guy is that he lives in this house. He doesn't even make my mother happy anymore. She can't put up with him anymore. If it weren't for his income being a large part of how we're able to keep this house I don't think she'd be with him anymore. He makes her and her children depressed. Never a kind word. Anyway. Number 1. He's a high school drop-out. He's over 40 years old and he's yet to reform. He's no father. In fact, he isn't even a good person. At all. I think the only person still alive that loves him is my mum. And even that's on the borderline. Number 2. He has some sort of father-related issues. He doesn't know who his father is. Who cares. I don't have a father either and you don't see me passively depressing people about it. Number 3. He's an alcoholic and he's been in jail more times than I can count.
But enough about that moron. Back to my day. Well, it's over at the time that I am typing this but I'll add more tomorrow, I suppose. I have work tomorrow, 6 until close. That means no sitting or peeing for 6 hours, staying alert, and coming home smelling like popcorn. Well, adieu au demain.
