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So Mishimoto finally admitted Naruto has a father. Seriously, did anyone NOT think he was the Fourth's son? I mean, come on. To randomly make him someone else's kid would have been such a royal fanfuck. The Fourth's name is lame though...I don't know why everyone thought it was Arashi Kazama, but that was so much cooler than the "real" name. But whatever.
Aug. 29th, 2007
I spent 50 dollars on books today, which I couldn't really afford but hey, I need them for class, and now I can only hope I got the right translations, since the one specified in the mailing doesn't seem to exist.
I spent most of this afternoon reading the Old Testament, and all I can say is that miraculously I did not burst into flames. It was kind of frustrating to read because I couldn't shut off my Inner Skeptic, who kept shouting "that really couldn't have happened that way," and "that's physically impossible," and "God is acting like such an asshole!" It certainly reminded me why I am /not/ a Christian, and probably never will be. However, I'm feeling painfully short of meaningful insight, which I ave a lingering suspicion I am supposed to have about this book.
Then I got into a very surreal argument with my dad about whether or not I'm a Christian, and what a Christian actually is, in which opinion was basically a) I am not a Christian, what with not buying the whole God, Jesus, Bible thing, and oh yeah, I BELONG TO ANOTHER RELIGION, and b) my dad hs the weirdest definition of Christianity I have ever heard, aside from certain snake handling Baptist churches and such.
And now? Now I am refusing to leave my room until the rest of the house doesn't utterly reek of pot. I can't believe my mom left those two idiots here to get stoned while she went to do a job. And um, hello? I'm the useless rebellious teenager. Shouldn't I be the one smoking enough pot to sink a ship? Honestly. How old are these guys? So I shall stay in here, listen to excessively loud music, and ignore them until they go away.
I just chalk it up to being one of those days
I spent most of this afternoon reading the Old Testament, and all I can say is that miraculously I did not burst into flames. It was kind of frustrating to read because I couldn't shut off my Inner Skeptic, who kept shouting "that really couldn't have happened that way," and "that's physically impossible," and "God is acting like such an asshole!" It certainly reminded me why I am /not/ a Christian, and probably never will be. However, I'm feeling painfully short of meaningful insight, which I ave a lingering suspicion I am supposed to have about this book.
Then I got into a very surreal argument with my dad about whether or not I'm a Christian, and what a Christian actually is, in which opinion was basically a) I am not a Christian, what with not buying the whole God, Jesus, Bible thing, and oh yeah, I BELONG TO ANOTHER RELIGION, and b) my dad hs the weirdest definition of Christianity I have ever heard, aside from certain snake handling Baptist churches and such.
And now? Now I am refusing to leave my room until the rest of the house doesn't utterly reek of pot. I can't believe my mom left those two idiots here to get stoned while she went to do a job. And um, hello? I'm the useless rebellious teenager. Shouldn't I be the one smoking enough pot to sink a ship? Honestly. How old are these guys? So I shall stay in here, listen to excessively loud music, and ignore them until they go away.
I just chalk it up to being one of those days
