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Huh. Well, that was strangely accurate, much to my surprise. Although I have put a lot of thought into my spritual side. I just haven't come to many conclusions.
( Enemy of the Church Quiz )
It's been a long day, but in a good way. Normally, my weekends go something like this: sleep in. Get up. Eat breakfast. Watch cartoons. Go online. Write. Go back online. Maybe go to the gym. Write some more. Go online... You get the picture. My life is... well, I'm not going to call it boring, because I'm usually not unhappy with it, but it's definitely not exciting or action filled.
The day started with me getting out of bed at 6:45am. Actually, this is not too, too bad in the grand scheme of things. I'm trying to convince myself it'd be better for me and my sleeping schedule to go to be and wake up at the same time every day. If I'm tired, I can take naps, and I like naps. But, still, getting up that early isn't something I'm dying to do. Especially when I knew that I was only going to have instant coffee to drink, which just doesn't taste the same anymore after three weeks of good fucking coffee. With real cream. I think I will be buying real cream tomorrow.
So, I get up and my mother, sister and I head out to the Department of Public Works. We were volunteering today to do a graffiti paint out. Why would we do this, you ask. Well, the answer is simple: my little sister is in an honor society at school. They need to do so many hours of community service, and in a month she starts soccer again and won't have Saturday to volunteer. Last week we all dragged out butts out to the wetlands to pull non-indigenous plants. Why do I do this? Well, because I feel I need to do more. I like helping out, I always have. And I have these huge guilt trips over nothing. Take for instance the fact I want to adopt. I'd like to adopt little kids (5 or younger). And I feel guilty because I don't want to adopt kids that are older (10 and up) because those are the kids that no one wants, so I should want them, but I want to have a little kid for awhile because mentally, I would be better prepared to raise a child from a young age than get thrown into the middle years. So I feel like I'm heartless and unfeeling. So, I like to volunteer; and the painting and pulling was a lot of fun.
Now, of course, I'm wondering what sorts of things kids would do for community service in Smallville. Besides being a lifeguard at the Y and reading to old, blind women. I may end up having Clark put together a community service group as a response to Redux, since that is one of the episodes I have to deal with in COTW. If I ever get there.
So, after I got home from the paint-out, my friend calls and wants to get together. We went to a couple of bookstores, then headed to her place to watch An Evening with Kevin Smith who I do think is God, and I love his stuff to death. So as we're watching, he starts talking about the Superman Lives script that he wrote. I knew that he had written is, and Tim Burton wanted him out, and that's about it. But that's not the point. Kevin said that he didn't think that Warner Brothers really knew anything about his other work, which made him glad. He was afraid that if they did, they'd kick him off the project, afraid that he would have a scene where Clark jumps Lois demanding, "How many dicks did you suck?" (a la Clerks)
I turned to my friend and replied, "Naw. It'd be Lois who asked that question now."
I
( Enemy of the Church Quiz )
It's been a long day, but in a good way. Normally, my weekends go something like this: sleep in. Get up. Eat breakfast. Watch cartoons. Go online. Write. Go back online. Maybe go to the gym. Write some more. Go online... You get the picture. My life is... well, I'm not going to call it boring, because I'm usually not unhappy with it, but it's definitely not exciting or action filled.
The day started with me getting out of bed at 6:45am. Actually, this is not too, too bad in the grand scheme of things. I'm trying to convince myself it'd be better for me and my sleeping schedule to go to be and wake up at the same time every day. If I'm tired, I can take naps, and I like naps. But, still, getting up that early isn't something I'm dying to do. Especially when I knew that I was only going to have instant coffee to drink, which just doesn't taste the same anymore after three weeks of good fucking coffee. With real cream. I think I will be buying real cream tomorrow.
So, I get up and my mother, sister and I head out to the Department of Public Works. We were volunteering today to do a graffiti paint out. Why would we do this, you ask. Well, the answer is simple: my little sister is in an honor society at school. They need to do so many hours of community service, and in a month she starts soccer again and won't have Saturday to volunteer. Last week we all dragged out butts out to the wetlands to pull non-indigenous plants. Why do I do this? Well, because I feel I need to do more. I like helping out, I always have. And I have these huge guilt trips over nothing. Take for instance the fact I want to adopt. I'd like to adopt little kids (5 or younger). And I feel guilty because I don't want to adopt kids that are older (10 and up) because those are the kids that no one wants, so I should want them, but I want to have a little kid for awhile because mentally, I would be better prepared to raise a child from a young age than get thrown into the middle years. So I feel like I'm heartless and unfeeling. So, I like to volunteer; and the painting and pulling was a lot of fun.
Now, of course, I'm wondering what sorts of things kids would do for community service in Smallville. Besides being a lifeguard at the Y and reading to old, blind women. I may end up having Clark put together a community service group as a response to Redux, since that is one of the episodes I have to deal with in COTW. If I ever get there.
So, after I got home from the paint-out, my friend calls and wants to get together. We went to a couple of bookstores, then headed to her place to watch An Evening with Kevin Smith who I do think is God, and I love his stuff to death. So as we're watching, he starts talking about the Superman Lives script that he wrote. I knew that he had written is, and Tim Burton wanted him out, and that's about it. But that's not the point. Kevin said that he didn't think that Warner Brothers really knew anything about his other work, which made him glad. He was afraid that if they did, they'd kick him off the project, afraid that he would have a scene where Clark jumps Lois demanding, "How many dicks did you suck?" (a la Clerks)
I turned to my friend and replied, "Naw. It'd be Lois who asked that question now."
I
