| Happy Easter |
[Apr. 9th, 2007|10:00 am] |
I want to remember the things I believed when I was 19 forever.
Devyn, seriously?
I suppose it doesn't completely surprise me that you and Jake would take pictures mocking the death and resurrection of Christ, but advertising them on your facebook is indecent. As one Atheist to another, all you're doing is perpetuating a lack of respect for what others believe in- one of the things I was trying to escape by realizing I was an Atheist in the first place. Not to mention, by completely deriding the religious beliefs of those around us, you're contributing to a negative stigma Atheists carry of being pompous assholes; something you should care more about overturning. If being "Very Atheist" gives you the right to publicly scorn the beliefs of someone's religion, you're empowering those who also believe being "Christian" gives them the right to decide who among them are good or bad as outlined by their Bible. If nothing else, out of respect for your friends who have faith, don't turn their beliefs into a joke you relish in your free time.
-D
If they want to believe we are being indecent, let them. They outcast us as blasphemers against God whatever we do just because we don't have faith. I am not contributing to a negative stigma, they refuse to give us anything other. On a whim Jesus and I decided to have fun, we did that. I don't see where that is the business of anyone besides us.
To be honest, I think it's damned funny and if a christian wants to say something about how 'blasphemous' or 'wrong' it is I'll allow them the time of day because I find it hysterical that they care enough to bother writing me (AKA someone who doesn't care about their opinion).
That's just my two cents. It's MY profile with content provided by ME. They don't have to look at it, but they chose to and that is in no way my fault.
Devyn,
The problem doesn't lie in the content of your webpage, but in the impression you're giving about Athism (or even non-christians) to those whose eyes meander across their minifeed. Judging by the responce you left Brittany, you're treating that album as a proclamation of Athist 'non-belief' instead of a direct reflection of who YOU are; which is how it should be understood. Also, if I were you, I wouldn't be publicizing that you have zero regard for your friends' opinions or reactions to what you do to have fun; it undercuts your credibility.
-D
I'm not working to establish or retain any credibility I have with them. I had fun. I think it's funny. I really don't care about what other people think about it. It's mine, not theirs ... they can take a back seat and back the fuck off. |
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| The low down. The down low? |
[Jan. 12th, 2007|10:23 pm] |
Oh my effing christ. I forgot how excellent this journal is. It doesn't deserve to be cast aside, so I'm going to be very persistent about making at least semi-regular attempts at attempting to attempt thinking about what it would be like to post more often. :-D
Of course college has begun now and actually has been in session for so long that I've already visited home twice and am preparing for the second semester. Wow, I made it here. And wow, I still have a pulse. Uhm, lets see. Crushed on two of my teachers, highly respected a third, and came out with a 3.357. Brilliant teachers have always inspired my GPA, although I really should have done better. My goal for next term is to kick this one's fanny.
Infant Best Friend: Kathy Hajwornski (High- jer- wahn-sky? Haj-wuh-orn-ski?). Classic girl from down the hall with a reactionary flair for the ordinary. She gives me spark in an otherwise deflated existential wavelength.
Still dating Joey and loving Joey and becoming increasingly more aware of the impact he's making on my self. Bleh bleh, I'm an impressionable young lady with little more on her mind than her hunky boyfriend. Bleh bleh, graduate school, bleh bleh marriage, bleh bleh children? Still invokes my gag reflex, but the nauseam has been promoted from the feeling of spinning uncontrollably out of orbit to mild seasickness. Mom told me she was proud of me today. But it was a Friday so I expected as much. After all... her feelings in regards to her eldest child seem to cycle in a regular kind of way that I haven't totally uncovered yet.
Coming home after so long in a different place with different friends and different rhythms was surreal. Really, I think the odds are against any group of friends that undergoes that sort of disturbance. How we were able to laugh together and chill together again is really magic to me, and I'm grateful for our adaptive harmony. The same goes for my family. As far as they're concerned, I moved out but, PSYCHE! not really.. And through it all, healthy levels of hostility and tough love remain relatively intact.
Will not take so long to update next time; a promise is a promise..
-Danielle |
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| Self aware |
[Jul. 1st, 2006|11:26 pm] |
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Do you even remember who you are and who you wanted to be? How'd it turn out? |
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| 66 Days |
[Jun. 12th, 2006|11:05 am] |
Leaving to move into my dorm at the University of Arkansas August 17th. I'm losing this time in-between so quickly. I've focused so adamently on recollecting the past and organizing my excitment for the future that the present moment has left me. Luckilly, I'm realizing this now rather than as I'm packing for Arkansas. This way, I still have time left. Senior Summer began and I jumped immediately into VerizonLife. As far as I'm concerned, Summer hasn't started. In my best interest, I haven't pursued the Internship after temping for Jennifer at Verizon. This is my last week here in the office, and then my belated but badly needed Senior Summer begins. What I know for sure is 66 days isn't long to create an ending that's memorable, peaceful, and deserved to the High School Era of my life. Unknowingly, I was going to let the time in-between slip by without any acknowledgement to it's importance. Verizon struck me off guard as a catalyst to my professional maturity. I'm trying to check my eager attitude towards entering the real world. If only I was so eager to savor the time I still have to experience myself now; not yet diluted by the finite guidelines of the real world.
Is it 1:30 already?
-Danielle |
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| It's a love type thing, a sure type thing. |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|08:07 pm] |
The flight(s) to New York weren't too turbulent. There was a moment when the pilot predicted "slight shaking" and we nearly dropped out of the sky, but the barf bag kept me feeling safe. Mom does not fare well with fellow fliers. She has perfect back-of-the-head aim when trying to stow her purse in the overhead compartments, and never misses elbows when making her way down the isle to her seat. Bobby's proceedings went according to plan. I really loathe funerals. I suppose they're not widely popular, but everyone's expected to feel their share of sad and I feel those expectations greatly take away from the intent of the event. Being in New York again definately arouses my feelings of belonging, though. I'm sure I'm meant to come back to live. You know, Janet and Bobby married at 19 years old. They never had children, and lived comfortably their entire lives. Now Janet's buring the one and only man she's ever loved at 54 years old. I'm not sure what you do after getting into the habit of living with someone that long.
Why can't I just enjoy my time here? I keep thinking about the AP Classes I'm missing 4 days in a row of. My stomach's doing somersaults. Joey'll catch me up in Macroeconomics which is the one I'm most freightened of doing poorly in, but Euro History comes in a close second. At least I have a packet to finish and chapters to read for that class. Now for Roswell with Jaclyn.
Wish you were here :-* I know you'd love it.
-Danielle |
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| More inconsistancy, please. |
[Nov. 11th, 2005|01:02 pm] |
My new favorite book is Frankenstein, by Mary Shelly. Next week, it'll once again be One Hundred Years Of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia since I've been reading that book for a month and 1/2 now. I always like what I'm entertained with at the time the most. How unfortunately true. Applied in so many aspects of my personality, perhaps one day it'll be the ruin of me! Speak no more of ruination, it's becoming too dominant a theme.
Can I pay someone to allow me to attend their college? I'll sell my sister, I will. She's a little on the thin side, but she's a professional back-scratcher and doesn't mind toenail clippings.
Bitch be cool. You're sounding minutely desparate. Sisters aren't for selling; there are cuticles to be oiled. For God's sake, woman, keep your priorities straight!
There's a war waging in my mind. Fire le missiles! The innocent are dying! |
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| Blood Donations and Selling Sperm |
[Nov. 8th, 2005|12:55 pm] |
The new (and improved?) Venture Crew met for the first time yesterday. We were discussing possible fund raising ideas. Joey learned he could be paid up to 500 dollars for donating his own sperm. He was ecstatic :) We decided hot cocca stands and carroling might be more appropriate for the upcoming holidays. Camping over Thanksgiving break, and building houses in Mexico are our most prominant short and long term event ideas.
I filled out the Texas Common Application last weekend. Five years of my life were sucked into that mockingly "simple" application. Filling out my name, brithdate, gender, and address was a peice of cake. The false sense of security I developed after the objective section couldn't have been more detrimental to my self worth once I advanced onto the part of the application where I had to record all clubs, community service efforts, and independant excercises of individual caliber that I felt would accurately convey the substance of my good character to the colleges in question. Nothing could have been more hindering to the high esteem in which I usually consider myself. I feel the high value of my identity being stripped when I wonder how many thousands of applications look exactly like mine.
Enough run-ons. The bell has rung. Back to Frankenstein. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2005|09:47 am] |
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Slowly but surely the college bug will get us all. |
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| Peace and Quiet |
[Aug. 30th, 2005|05:34 pm] |
Finally I'm home. Look, it's 5:30 in the afternoon and I'm not working, watching Roswell, decorating hats, or being with anyone but myself. I turned off my phone and I'm saturating myself in Death Cab for Cutie.
We had college talk today at school. Basically an hour and forty five minutes of goosebumps. My fears were justified when I saw my class rank and GPA. Mrs. Barnhart said this whole year is about making the students feel like they're teetering on the edge of a cliff, and any wrong step taken will either land you safely backwards or send you plummeting into a life of homeless shelters and food stamps for the rest of time. She said there are only three things which can actually change your life forever and those three are:
1) Contracting an STD
2) Having a child
3) Killing someone
and that college shouldn't make us feel like we'd be ending our lives if we didn't end up at the one we wanted, or if god forbid, we didn't go.
She put things into perspective for me, and I felt less like throwing up. But I still worry that my grades won't get me into a college that I can benefit from. How do I prove to colleges that I can really am a valuable person to admit; that I'd contribute greatly in my own way? It's scary not having the grades to back up that promise, and I'm terrified.
Joey would say "bitch, be cool."
Maybe I can prove myself through my essay?
Mom says my admittance essay should be about my cultural awareness and what I've learned being the child of a Deaf adult.
Jessie says I should make my essay about how I'm an intelligent girl trapped in an average student's body.
Jaclyn asks me if she can have my room when I move out.
And I'm swallowing another capsule of Straterra while humming along to Death Cab. |
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| Oh man, what a beautiful thing |
[Jul. 30th, 2005|02:43 pm] |
Good thing I threatened to walk home. Rushing new boyfriends to the hospital isn't my choice way to get rid of them. Yea bitches.
Albertsons ahoy hoy. |
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