:: Thursday, May 13, 2004 ::

Uh oh, its one of those posts. The ones where I hold little regard for the reader, and moreso for myself and my personal venting needs. Here's the monumental decision though: should I listen to calming Miles Davis jazz music whilst writing this, or bust out my Metallica? Perhaps I shall just leave whoever reads this guessing.

There's this pretty girl named Amanda who sits with us at lunch. By us, I think I mean the other side of anna, the girls/"normal" people side, and phil, nate, adam, and myself sitting sort of near her. anyways. From what I know she used to be quite the devout christian until one day she dropped all her beliefs to become an atheist. whatever. As I'm sure some people know the only people who truly make me sad, and even frustrated (in my mind, at least), are atheists. I don't mind if somebody doesn't restrict themselves to a particular religion, but I find the thought of rejecting the existance of a higher being repulsive to even consider. It doesn't make any sense; I've never met or read anything from an atheist that turned their opinions and beliefs into anything other than a good deal of rubbish. The only thing I see atheists do is attempt to undermine other people's beliefs. Flatly denying the existance of a God cuts you off from both the logical and theological elements of our world, leaving you with nothing. Quite sad. Mosts atheists I meet don't seem to even fit the true doctorine of an atheist, thankfully. Most of the time, the people i've met, they just seem mad and rebelious towards their previous religious experiences, and are in the process of rejecting their old self in order to find their new self; unfortunately, sometimes they end up rejecting a bit too much. Yeah, Yeah we know, you're finding the real you and don't need religion and teen angst and finding yourself and etc. Go for it. I'll stand back confused and sad. Anyways, I'm rambling, aren't I?

Amanda keeps a public blog for everybody in the world to see. She seems to think that we are to be penalized for reading things on her site that she offers for free. That's not the point though, the point of this is to counter her immature and incorrect slanderous remarks so that a) the record is straight and b) I feel better.

James i dont know his last name..he's not that important..he's a fucking moron. I should have known he was after i met his moronic brother whos only different trait is that you can look at him without puking and consequently he screws a lot of easy whores.

She thinks that I am a moron because she thinks my brother is one? Oh I forgot, all of us act just like our siblings! In tommy's defence, he's no more of a moron than myself, so I don't know what the hell Amanda is talking about. Also, who gives a shit how pretty somebody else looks. Somebody who is insecure with themselves, right?

So, Amanda finds my blog via Anna's, and finds this passage worth noting in her own blog by quotation:

"Okay, so last night I had this dream where I went to www.thinkgeek.com and signed into my account, only to notice that there was more information there than normal; there was this section that displayed the date, location, and charge of a bunch of arrests of my mom for smoking marijuana in 1974 which made me very confused later as to why I would dream of something like that until I realized I love the 70s, its 4-20, and I'm an insane guy who revels in the fact that he can create ridiculously long sentences while still maintaining a near-perfect level of technically grammatical prowess and correction- something many people, young and old, have a difficult time coming to grips to."

Just another one of my crazy dream related posts, I've had them before and if anything people have welcomed them for their insanity, and I have welcomed them for their inspiration in my writing. Poor amanda, she didn't like my post though!

..first of all i would like to congragulate you on your successful completion of the orange vocabulary book since it seems that this contains the extent of your vocabulary (hence the "revels" and "prowess", the only two big words in the entire moronic run-on). go public education.

She can feel free to check with any of my close friends, as I am sure if she inquires they will inform her of how I use words like "revel" and "prowess" all the god damn time, and not because an orange vocabulary book taught them to me. So I happen to enjoy vocabulary on a level that more closely matches what I'm trying to say, what's so bad about that? Not a god damn thing, if she hadn't received one of those orange books as well, she wouldn't have ever even heard of such "advanced" vocabulary. I teach vocabulary to my own damn self- her qualms with public education don't fit in with my own education.

second of all can you grammatically critique this: YOU'RE A FUCKING MORON.

Oh-ho! There it is, the clencher. The well-placed, articulated insult set to make me quiver in my seat and throw my hands up, yelling "well, that's it! You're right!" Why must she be so bitter to me? What did I do to her? I never posted insulting crap about her in my blog before. Hell, I never even said insulting stuff about her in person at lunch whenever I see her. I've always been nice. The fact that she has never even hinted at these feelings of hatred towards me in person shows how cowardly and insecure she is about her own personal opinions and beliefs. She sounds so much more superior by yelling indirect insults towards me from her blog! Here's the grand finale:

if theres one thing thats worse than a moron its a moron who thinks he's smart. if theres one thing thats worse than a moron who thinks he's smart it's a moron who thinks he's smart and continually professes his false belief and love of himself.

I am so sorry that I act so smart when I'm really not. I'll try to stoop down to a more fitting moronic level, you know, a level she seems quite accustomed to. I doubt she could ever provide one instance where I profess my "false" intelligence to others all the time. I'm not one to go around flaunting test scores or anything because there's plenty of other things wrong with me. It must be my fault that I'm content in loving myself... it seems somebody here sure is not! Before somebody can go around bitching about other people's lives, they need to get their own damn lives mostly straightened out first, and Amanda hasn't. She can get the hell off of my case, I never did anything to her except be nice. What is wrong with people these days? It doesn't matter, I'll still be just as nice to her as I was before.

:: Floydthebarber 5/13/2004 09:26:00 PM [+] ::
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