breaking and entering your skull

i've been reading some christian book by neil t anderson.... the bondage breaker, it is called.
i don't really like it very much, but i keep reading it, anyway.
he's an evangelical, isn't he?
i dunno. it just brings back memories of my childhood.
i was brought up going to church at 7th day Adventist and school at a Pentacostal church even tho neither of my parents were even remotely religious in any way.
in fact, i identified them as unrepentant sinners, which is why i had severe insomnia every night because i thought that the end of the world was surely imminent on a daily basis and that my family would not be saved, even tho i prayed fervently for their souls every night. sigh.
christianity is sometimes a scary thing, you know. we all know this.
evangelicals can really get carried away.
i watched jesus camp on christmas day. that was scary, too.
and sad.
i don't even wanna talk about it right now.

on a more pleasant note: i ate some bad lettuce a couple of days ago and had the trots for two days straight. that killed my appetite and i got skinnier. woot. (false enthusiasm).

i'm better now, tho. this morning i ate plain soyogurt mixed with kashi golean chocolate protein shake mixand it tasted like wet dog hair. highly appetizing, no? it's better with normal plain yogurt, rather than the soy junk, but that is all they had at grocery outlet, which is my supermarket of choice.


also, i have been drinking recharge like it's going out of style. i drink one bottle a day of that stuff.

i really wish i could UPLOAD my new pictures!!!!!!!!
what is so difficult about that?
why must it be so complicated?


here is some of the stupid 'womens' house drama' that happ'd.
okay, there was this hair bleach (two boxes) that were on a 'community shelf' and they didn't have anyone's name on them. i asked two of the house residents if i could use it and they said yes. so i wanted to bleach a couple of streaks in my hair so i could be COOL like kathryn and raymi!!!! (never gonna happen, i know... 'give it up', you say. whatever. so i bleached a couple of streaks in my hair and then that ONE girl comes and she is like OMG WHERE IS MY HAIR BLEACH? and i was like, dude, sorry, i'll buy you another one. but then the house manager said i don't have to cuz it was her own fault that it got used. so now that started us off on a wrong foot right off the bat. (horrible mixed metaphor, i know) and i don't really even LIKE the stupid bleach streaks and it made my hair smell bad for days and oh yeah, btw, i don't like the smell of Glade Suddenly Spring room freshening spray anymore. i figured it out, it reminds me of the perfume Anais Anais that my mom used to wear when i was 18.

okay, that whole paragraph is convoluted, isn't it?


that is my brother

today some man was telling me that he was left-handed as a child and his teachers used to beat his hand with a ruler when he used his left hand. that made me angry to hear that! that is SO messed up.

okay. i guess i'm gonna end this, now.