Ploop.  It's kind of weird updating everyday.....................I think I waste too much time on this thing.....obviously..........I should be doing some grand old art research right now, oh how grand it would be.  Ploop.  I'd rather eat my foot.  Isn't it sad that I'm getting a better grade in gym than I am in art???  You tell me that isn't sad! 

So I still don't know why I fell into that whole christianity thing for a while, well, I mean, I know why but I don't know why.  When I was practicing Wicca (yes, Wicca people, that's what you do when you're young, experiment ["oh that was absolutely foul!"])  Anyways, when I was practicing Wicca, towards the time I began to see how completely and utterly STUPID it was, I stopped practicing it and all that jazz because I saw how fake and dumb and mindnumbingly useless it was.  I get the same feeling with every faith:  I feel something at first and then I feel nothing and then, of coarse, I feel like an ass for even attempting a faith at all. 

That's just it.  I'm pretty much all outta faith.  I'm much more consistant with myself if I know that I'm strong enough to pull myself out of a bad spot.  And I think that's the same with everyone really.  Maybe we just make it up in our heads that "something" pulled us out of a jam.  Maybe they're our saviour, our saint, our God but I just don't believe in that.  I believe that some where inside there is a strength within us all that just busts out and take hold and smacks us around and says "Hey!  Wake up you flippin moron!  You have to pick yourself up!  You can't roll your way out of this mess, you have to march!  March you fool, MARCH!"  Ahem............seriously though......that's what happens....that's what I think......if no one likes it they can stick it. 

Love to all, toodles