There was boozing! I drank too fast too soon and got wobbly legs, and there was drama, but aside from that it was a good night.

And the drama resulted in words being said that reaffirmed to me that trying to be a decent person IS worth it, even if it's difficult to do sometimes, and that I shouldn't give in and let myself become mean and terrible. It wouldn't make anyone happy, let alone myself. Reacting to a fuck-up with 'That was a fuck-up, I shall apologise if appropriate and try to do better (or fail less hard) next time' takes more brainpower and resolve than 'meh' or attempts to absolve oneself of blame or responsibility, but it is worth it.

Everything happens for a reason? It only appears that way in hindsight, of course, because the future always rests on the past, that's just how time works rather than some metaphysical purpose.

But yeah, the hugs and pep-talk following the drama were very very much appreciated, especially given that they came from a perviously untapped source (I've been here four years nearly and am still getting to know people... it's kinda awesome). It meant that the rest of the night could still be enjoyable - a crazy person with noise sensitivities in certain circumstances having fun in (well, just outside of, it really was very loud) a room of noise and humans? Impossible! Next you'll be suggesting that crazy people have thoughts and opinions that are valid just like everyone else and everyone knows that that's just insane.


Also positively, slightly drunken religious discussion made me happy because the assumption of universal (or at least accessible-from-anywhere-in-the-world) deities is bloody everywhere, and it was nice to mention local deities who don't move half-way across the country with you (because they live where they live, yeah?) and not be scoffed at.

So yeah, in general last night was fun, though I lost track of Alex at some point and when I got home my brain was buzzing so I didn't get to sleep for bloody ages.
First, a quiz:
You scored as SATANISM! )

Hm, what's changed? I had my last lesson with my old driving instructor yesterday. My mum kept feeding me all these elaborate excuses, but I had to tell her no, it's sale of services (driving lessons), not some kind of relationship. The actual exchange with the instructor was more like:

"I don't think I want to book any more lessons."

"I was expecting that. Bye."

And that was that.

Also, V-day fic. I can't write fluff to save my life, so I did something different and addressed it to someone I thought would enjoy it. ^_^ I'll put the fic up here too, later, but it doesn't seem right to have it in two places online so soon.
You know how quantum particles change what they're doing depending on how they're being watched? I reckon that fate, and people work like that too.

Say you go and get your fortune told, and it's bad. (insert whatever counts as 'bad' for you, there) Soyou go out of your way to try to avoid it coming true. But by going out of your way, you end up causing whatever it was. Self-fulfilling prophesy.

A lot of things that you do, you have no idea of the far reaching consequences. Silly little things. Say that you forget to pick up your purse as you rush out of the door, so as you go back and get it, you end up leaving 5mins later and the learner driver that you would have had a collision with has turned off of the road before you get to it.

That's why, even though religiously I affiliate myself with Paganism and Witchcraft, I don't do any spells, and only tell my own fortune to myself. You can never tell what the consequences will be. And Karma can be a bitch.
"All life organisms alive today were created through random processes."

I'm sure that somebody was planned. :)

An extract from this quiz: Read more... )Will you get into heaven? )

Rehersals where annoying today because... )
Guess who just won NaNo? That's right, Tamer did! I found myself at 49920 this afternoon, when I finished so I added an epilougue to make up the 80 words, and went past by 200 odd. Now to squee like a fangirl:

OMG, leik SqueeSqueeSquee! OMGWTFBBQ??!!1

All right, I'm done now. ^_^ But I will stick the full story up on ficwad (with an editted-with-chainsaw version on fictionpress).

And onto a discussion with Millymoo (and by extention Pheds) about her religion vs. everyone else. )
I just typed this short recount in a character building thread at the NaNo site (I signed up yay!) so i figured that it may as well get posted here, too. )

Also, I'm having trouble catagorising my fic. At te moment it's in 'Chick lit and Women's fiction' but I don't think that it fits.

This calls for a new LJ-cut.

LJ-cut )


Sep. 4th, 2005 07:47 pm
Stolen from [ profile] vasaris

True Story. A religion teacher assigned her class an essay on what makes a good Christian. One student wrote about praying nightly, say no to abortion, banning gay marriage, and donating money. The other student wrote about talking to God and allowing people to enjoy their lives, and supporting gay marriage. The day the teacher was to hand the papers back, she called up the second student and told him she would pray for him when he went to hell. The student asked why would he be going to hell, and why he got an F on his paper. The teacher told him that Catholism is against gay marriage. The student looked at her for a minute, then said aloud, "I'm gay." The teacher kicked him out of class as if he had said fuck or worshiped Satan. A girl in the back of class who had a boyfriend and was obviously straight got up and left too.

If you would leave the classroom, repost this. It doesn't matter if you're straight, bi, or gay. It doesn't matter if you're catholic or not. Everyone is a human being and deserves happiness.

Hell yeah! And a bitchslap for that teacher, too.


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