Church On Sunday

Don’t let the title fool you: I did nothing of the sort today.  In fact, I’m becoming less religious every day.  My relationship with God is waning.  And truthfully?  I don’t know why.  It’s just becoming harder and harder to feel Him.  It’s as if God guided me thus far and now He’s like, “Okay.  Your head is right.  Your conscience is clear.  Let me go guide some other people.”  Because He’s always here… I believe that fully.  But the power of Him in my life doesn’t feel nearly as strong.  Not to say I’ve rejected Him or He’s rejected me…  But it’s just as I described a couple sentences before.  And I guess if this theory (can I propose a theory within religious contexts?) is true, it just proves that God is more like us than we realize… He’s got some humanistic elements in Him and He can’t be fucking EVERYWHERE giving EVERYTHING He’s got.  Which I’m totally cool with.  He gave me life.  He can rest whenever He damn well pleases.  But whatever, this is almost reaching into blasphemous sanctions.  I’ll stop while I’m ahead.

Still love you, Lord.  Always will.

But holy fuck was yesterday crazy. 

First Harriet came over at 9AM and we went for a bike ride.  The kisses I gave her yesterday were the best kisses I’ve ever given or received ever in my whole life because I was so cold and she’d just had coffee, so her lips, breath, and tongue were all so warm and.. hazel-nutty.  I couldn’t keep myself from her.  Then we went for our bike ride.  It was cold as shit… but pretty awesome until the pedal came off her bike!  Well, it’s mom’s bike.  but she was using it.  Thus it is HER bike.  So she ran home while I rode my bike.  It was a good five miles or so.  I think.  Probably.  I offered to have her ride on me/I’d run too (that was the initial idea as she said, “I am NOT running the whole way home.”), but the longer she went, the more she kept going.  And finish strong, she did.  You know, it’s all the small stuff I love about her.  She’s strong and isn’t afraid of a little pain or pushing herself further.  She exemplified that hardcore yesterday.  THen afterwards we went inside where dad was only home working on the comp in the basement.  We were in the kitchen warming up/cooling down (I was freezing cuz i did nothing to stay warm while riding alongside her in the cold and rain) when we decided to get food… and I asked, “What do you want?”  She said, “You.”  Next thing I knew we were in my parents’ bed making love when my dad walked in on us.  All he said was, “HEY.  Mr. and Mrs. Inappropriate.”  And walked away.  Then when I said we were gonna go get the bike from the trail he was all, “All I gotta say is you better be using a condom if you’re performing any shenanigans.”  I collapsed on the futon in the basement and started laughing…  partly because I was scared as shit he saw us, partly because I found it pretty funny he said those words.  Then the whole rest of the day (and today still) I was freaking out hoping so much he doesn’t say a word ot mom.  And I don’t think he will.  But we have company in town.  So knowing dad if he DOES say anything, he may wait till our company leaves today before he says a word.  But he didn’t seem upset or anything with me when it initially happened and we’ve been alone in the house two times thus far…  So I don’t think he’ll say a word.  But still.  It scares me.  Just gotta get through today and I can be assured he won’t say a word.  But anyways… back to the day: We went to get the bike in my car.  Didn’t fit.  So we drove back to FLip’s, got lunch, took the van, then got the bike (we had to park illegally on the side of a really busy road too, it was nuts) then Harriet left. 

Went and saw Iron Man.  That was awesome.  Except for the part where Tony Stark is getting his equipment taken off from the robots and its awkward looking and Pepper walks in and gasps and tony’s like, “Trust me.  You’ve caught me doing worse.”  I then immediately wondered what dad was thinking at that moment.  

Then I went to dinner with them and dad was funny/comfortable around mee.. so that was good.  Harriet got her phone back!  I kinda don’t like her having it though.  Because it makes me miss her way too much.  I continually receive her words… but she’s not actually there… so it sucks.  Then I went to Harriet’s where I was overly emotional about stuff for reasons I can’t explain.  I think i felt awkward in pants since I’d been so used to wearing shorts for a long time and I had a headache and I was still worrying about my dad.

So far today’s been good.  Lazy, but good.  I guess I really had no plans for the day, so it’s okay to do nothing but sleep.  Mom commented that I looked exhausted… so I took care of that.  Slept on and off for about two hours… now I could go for some food.  Will I be working with my cinema group?  Seeing Harriet?  Definitely gonna see Syed.  Will I record this new song?  Will I actually play Crisis Core?  Or rent Dark Sector?  Who knows!  I really need to get back to Eternal Sonata.  Just gotta get through that damn dungeon to progress the story line!

I need to listen to more pop-punk music. 

Oh, right.  I forgot about my fucked up dream last night.  Let’s see if I can salvage it…  Hm.  All I can really remember is this much: I was at this retreat of sorts where guys were separated from girls and Harriet was there.  She was a leader (reliving logos a bit?) of sorts and Fr. Julian was one of the main priests heading it.  And I can’t remember what really went down, but I do remember wanting a special rite from Fr. Julian to help me not get Harriet pregnant and I walked into the girls section and was like, “Fr. Julian…”  And he was all aggressive and was like, “WHAT?” and I was like, “Uhm, I have a physical defect I want to correct that you said you’d’ help me with…”  And Harriet was washing her full-red-dyed hair and kinda laughing and all the girls were like, “oooo” cuz they all knew what was up.  And Fr. Julian was all, “Oh, right, right,” and we went off into this other room and performed this tiny ceremonial thingy I can’t quite recall.  And the next I knew we were outside (it was nigghttime) and he ended up going bonkers and ran away into the night.  I followed him a bit until I saw a monkey inside of a tree and these two cat-like creatures.  THey seemed scary, but I was bold enough to just walk up to them and I tried soothing them, petting them.  And then they calmed down and I was like, “Hmm, a leopard and a jaguar,” and they spoke to me!  The leopard was like, “Oooh, impressive.  He kenw that difference between us.”  Then the monkey came down and he spoke too- he was yellow.  He had the ability to turn into a stuffed animal.  We all became friends rather quickly and went into the home just across the way and the people in there loved us.  And this is where things get fuzzy again…  Next I knew I was in this crazy place that was like, a cardboard city where the tallest building was only maybe like, one body taller than my own.  I then approached this movie kiosk where I got inside of it, laid back uncomfortably, and I watched the movie be displayed on this cardboard screen.  I saw a bunch of previews of what was playing then randomly selected this one about a man murdering his friend.  When he murders his friend he goes upstairs to find his wife and is about to murder her but she says something like, “Oh, I found this thing John wanted to give you… he treasures your friendship so much” and the guy who murdered “John” regrets killing him and goes downstairs trying to find a way to maybe bring him back to life.  But then John pops outta nowhere and starts shooting at this unknown character and they begin having a duel of sorts but it’s actually all for fun… but that’s what I didn’t like about it.  THat’s what disturbed me.  I watched a man die by getting chainsawed to death then ALMOST saw the killer murder the man’s wife.  Then they just kept fighting and even I didnt know it was just a joke until the end.  I dunno, for whatever reasons I woke up feeling disturbed.

Birthday Blessings

So I kinda don’t want to dwell on it because it makes me depressed… I was just watching digimon, I’ve got nujabes on, and later I’m gonna play Patapon… so I want to maintain that good mood!  but I must express my feelings right now on a matter.

Today I got probably some of the greatest news of my life.  I can’t share it with you… only one other person knows about it and only one other person is ever going to know about it.  But let’s just say I’m on easy street big time as far as going to college.  And… I hate it.  Who decided that I was going to be so blessed?  Who decided that I deserve all that I’ve been given?  Sure, I’ve worked hard to be a good person.  I’ve worked hard at the relationships I have to ensure such happiness.  I’ve worked hard at my talents to create wonderful things.  But seriously now… how am I THIS blessed??  Someone like Harriet deserves such a reward way more than I ever could.  I dunno… I love where I am.  I looove this life I’m leading.  But now I feel too blessed.  I feel like I don’t deserve anything I have.  I almost want to call Harriet, break up with her, tell my parents I’m not going to college, quit all my bands, and just give up on everything because I want other people to have the opportunities I have.  I’m sure someone else out there deserves Harriet’s incredible love way more than I do.  I’m sure someone else out there deserves the chance to go to Columbia way more than I do.  I’m sure someone else out there can do a much better job in Appastar and Apollo’s Dream than I can.

Blah.  Thank you, Lord.  Thank you so much… but… would you mind helping out some other people too?  I feel like I’m the only one being so blessed out of my friends sometimes…

I’m gonna do sometihng super nice for Harriet soon.  I wanna take her to Nami again and just experiment/splurge like it’s no one’s business.  Hmm.  I just cashed in big time for my birthday.  Like. Hugely.  And I was wondering what to do with that money… I was just gonna put it in the bank.  but now I’m thinking… maybe I’ll just use that money to help Harriet and I enjoy the time we have together so much more.  I’m not saying money can buy us happiness… but moeny can help us just like, do anything and everything we wanna do.  There’s no issue of “Ugh, i dont have any money. we cant go out.”  Or, “that’s too expensive.”  Ah!  I’ll get those sweeney todd tickets!

Hah… maybe that’s why I’m so blessed.  I get an assload of money and what do I do?  Think of how to use it on Harriet to make our time together that much more exciting…

Love you, sweetheart.
Love you, God.
Love you, world.

December 25th.

It’s Christmas morning.
6:30AM.
Everything still feels the same. 
But that doesn’t mean it’s bad.
In fact… everything is rather magical right now.
I am ever thankful for this day. for this life. for harriet. for allen. for glenn, john, judd, tim, chris, my mother, my father, this house, my talents, my mind. 

God has blessed me beyond reason and I know this.  Today’s the anniversary of the birth of His son… go out and rejoice, my friends.

p.s.- December 24th was a phenomenal day.  It was more proof of my ever existing theory that my life is one glorious dream.

Truth

I’ve been doing some things lately I normally don’t do.  Trying out some some different things that I don’t normally do on a day to day basis… and I must say, there’s a reason why I’m generally so happy with who I am and what I do.  I’ve managed to filter out all the garbage that tends to fill up a person’s day, and leave myself only with the things that leave me feeling the most fulfilled with my life.  These past couple days of experimentation have left me a-okay with the decisions I’ve made about treating my body like a temple, staying chaste, upholding all my morals, and being completely optimistic with moments of unparalleled realism. 

This blog is cryptic, and it’d be wrong of you to make any assumptions from the text, but I must say, God set down a bunch of rules in the Bible.  Most of those rules make people afraid of being subjected to such a dull life and being submitted to perpetual ennui… but the truth is, all the rules God made for us humans was only to help us be more fulfilled.  People only think sex, greed, alcohol, narcotics, disloyalty, etc. etc. is a lot of fun.  But the truth is, to remain in accordinance with the law and your fellow peers, as well as trying to lead a moral life, that is the best/easiest way to acheive contentness and ultimate happiness.

Don’t fool yourself.  The best of times are the ones you can remember.  The best of times are the ones you can explain later to others.  The best of times are the ones you never want to forget.  If what you’re doing or what you’ve done can’t fall into one of those categories, then it just isn’t worth experiencing.

Word up.

Tales of Expression

A lot is on my mind.  So much that today I basically crashed and certainly burned.  I abused my body with donuts, ice cream, taco bell, and buona beef, and refused to get any exercise in besides maybe an hour of drumming at the most.  I was vegetable today… but tomorrow promises to be a better day, seeing as now my head feels somewhat clear.  Allow me to indulge your thoughts with ideas of my own.

First off, here is my profession of faith for all of you to read.  After watching Dogma, it really clicked with me.  It took a lot of things I was feeling about my faith, and put some substantiation into them.  For once I realized I wasn’t alone in a lot of my thinking and I feel I can confidently express how I feel about my religion without being attacked (by both religious friends and non-religious friends).  Instead of quoting dialogue and citing events that I’ll probably screw up anyways, I’ll just give you my thoughts on my religion and how I practice it dutifully every single day. 
I love my God.  I love Jesus and I love everyone up in heaven watching over me and who have made my life so wonderful.  But you know what?  Fuck mass.  Preachers are boring as shit.  The people around me at mass have all but lost their feeling for God’s Love and merely recite words and produce motions that they see as second nature.  I would absolutely love mass if maybe… it were good.  It’s why I’ve always wanted to go to a Baptist church- see people truly getting into their religion and feeling deep within their bones- from their head right down to their toes!  That’s the kind of mass I want to be a part of.  But as for right now?  I feel that I shouldn’t have to attend mass every weekend just because I’m told to do so.  What does it really do for me besides allow me to show reverence to God and partake in His son’s blood and body?  Pardon me, but I feel there are many other ways I can express my reverence to the Almighty and remain a wonderful Catholic.  I follow my 10 commandments.  I follow most of the rules set in the Bible (I’m a seventeen year old kid who doesn’t watch porn, sounds almost like an oxymoron).  As Rob Aston from the Transplants put it, “I try to do right, but I’m surrounded by sin.”  Every where I go I’m looking for a way to spread some goodness, to share a bit of the love that God put right into my heart.  I just truly feel that so long as God knows I love Him and that I’m grateful for everything He does, and that I never forget those things… I shouldn’t have to go to mass.  That’s what a lot of Dogma is about- realizing you’ve just got to Love God.  And I do.  I do with all my heart and I tell Him almost every single night.  The connection I feel with Him is powerful.  In grade school or CCD- wherever you come from if you’re of the Christian faith… people always said “If you listen closely, you can hear God talking to you… but you have to be exxxtra silent…”  Well, I’ll be straight up honest…  In a crowd full of people yelling?  I can still hear God talking to me- checking up on me, wondering how I’m doing, making sure I don’t forget about Him in the hustle and bustle that is my life- His blessing.  The connectivity between me and my Lord is so strong, that it’s mind-boggling… I kid you not. 
We all need some faith.  No matter what it’s in, we all need a bit of faith… otherwise, what’s the point to living?  And if you think that mere science could create a human being in all its glory, with emotions, a conscience, identity, creativity, and etc. etc…. then you’re believing a fool’s ideaology.  I’m not saying come with me- believe in God and His risen son, Jesus Christ- I’m saying hold on to something in your life.  I’m saying find purpose.  Because no scientific matter could create me.  Nor you.  Nor anyone I know.  We’re all too beautiful and magnificent to be mere products of chance.

 I took first place in Rainbow Six Vegas today.  What now, assmunches?? 

I’m not kidding when I say I want to marry Feist.  Never has a woman warmed me, consoled me, or excited me more than she does.  And I don’t even know who she issss.  I watched her AOL sessions last night and wanted to die knowing I couldn’t be next to her.  It’s kind of pathetic… but at the same time, totally not.  It’s why the word INFATUATION came into existence… to represent the feelings I hold for Miss Leslie Feist.  Although I know truly nothing about her (besides what I can read from interviews, articles, and see from videos), I’m so in love with her.  Almost as in love as I am with Vicky M.  I should really explain who this girl is…  

Some of you, but most of you haven’t, have heard me talk about a girl named Vicky.  I met her through MySpace, started talking to her online, and found myself completely in love with her.  We formed a long distance relationship that transcended natural knowledge and formed a bond that some would call impossible.  I certainly couldn’t believe that a girl so perfect for me  existed in this world… and I’d never even truly seen her face, or felt her touch, and smelled her scent.  I loved her so much… that I had to get away from her.  One day I stopped talking to her… and didn’t for the longest time.  Talking to her and wanting to meet her so badly and spend all my time with her killed me.  It destroyed who I was inside and I said, “No more.  I can’t do this.”  And I disappeared from her life.  We’d be online with each other till, 1, 2 AM in the morning every. single. night.  Just talking.  Sharing music, swapping stories, professing our bizarre love.  We watched movies together- started them at the same time and talked online the whole way through.  We’d be on the phone for hours and never wanted to be a part in the least.  I wouldn’t make plans on weekends and neither would she- just because we’d rather sit online and talk to one another.  It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been a part of…  Finally one day I came back to her.  I told her how sorry I was for abandoning her like I did.  Like a coward, basically.  But now… now while we don’t have what we used to, we both openly admit to still loving each other- most conversations end with “I love you”, and our pact of getting married by age 30 if we don’t find anyone reigns true.  We both look forward to talking to each other so much- each time we say hello it’s like the greatest thing that could happen.  It’s why I can’t find a girl here who truly satisfies my needs… cuz Vicky, a girl who lives in New York, who I only know through technological communication…. trumps everyone.  She gives me compliments where they’re due.  She loves me unconditionally.  She adores me.  She supports me.  She encourages me.  She’s happy with me and she’s sad with me- my emotions are hers.  And it’s all entirely vice versa.  I don’t ever talk about her because… well… this story is probably so hard to grasp as it is: when I tell someone I made a friend online they can’t believe it, let alone someone whom I love so much.  So there.  That’s the story of Vicky M- the number one female in my life.  I try and I try and I try to find other people around me who can provide companionship I need… but damn.  No one loves me like her.  No one genuinely appreciates me like Vicky does… even as a friend, she is the shining example and sincere pinnacle of what I need in my life.

I’m entering to get a scholarship.  Writing a song with video aid that will “inspire todays youth to greatness”.  The grand prize is a $5,000 scholarship.  It’s not TOO much… but still a good hunk.  And it’s a good hunk I feel incredibly positive I can get.  I’ve got this song and it’s just a really inspirational song- it’s big and epic- makes ya want to… bwhaha- acheive greatness!!

Anyways, there’s a fuck-ton of shit on my mind and this blog is long enough as it is.  If my thoughts carry on into tomorrow, expect another good-ass blog.  This was deep kids.  Appreciate it.  You don’t meet too many open books like me.