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| Thursday, April 12th, 2007 | | 11:46 pm |
BJU: God's Alma Mater, or Hilarious Misnomer?
I'm not exactly sure what possessed me to surf Bob Jones University's website, but I stumbled upon some compelling works of fiction on the Bob Jones University Press website. One book published by the press called "When AIDS Comes Home! the story of how a transfusion of AIDS contaminated blood brought a Christian family to deal with the ultimate nightmare" caught my attention, if not only because of the ornate title and the revelation that blood could by contaminated with a syndrome. The preface enumerates how this tragedy befell this good Christian family: "Now is the time to sort out what you believe and how you feel about AIDS as a disease and about people with AIDS - whether they are homosexuals, drug addicts, fornicators, or people like us, who have not participated in such activities, but have nevertheless contracted the AIDS virus." WACH:TSOHATOACBBACFTDWTUN pg. ix The 4H club is at it again!. Ooo!, here's an interesting bit from the first chapter: "My associate pastor-friend's first reaction as I shared the news was complete shock and surprise. I think that in his mind he knew that something like this would come up someday. The sin of a society and the results of that sin always affect those who never participate in the sin. Just as it is certain that drunken drivers will sometimes kill innocent non-drinkers, so the diseases which seem to be a by-product of those who pervert God's natural plan will find their way to those who don't. " - WACH:TSOHATOACBBACFTDWTUN pg. 8 I feel such pain for this good Christian family, as they must suffer so intensely for the sins of fornicators, gays, poor immigrants, and drug addicts, or, for the sake of easy repetition, ho's, homos, Haitians, and heroin addicts. Just like careless drunk drivers, the sinners among us are literally murdering the most God fearing of Christian folk through their careless decisions. | | 1:49 pm |
| | Tuesday, April 10th, 2007 | | 7:05 pm |
I'm leaving the country at the end of April, and I'll be in Panama for a few weeks before I head to Mexico. I won't be back until the end of August. I'd like to see and catch up with some people before I leave. I imagine if you're included in this group you might already suspect it, and I'd like to talk to you before I leave. K? | | Saturday, May 6th, 2006 | | 5:32 pm |
Thursday night, at Pippin: Me and Nathan, singing "What You Own" from Rent. Will: "For the love of god, stop singing rent" Tim: "We should just do Rent tonight instead of Pippin" Me: "Sweet idea! I'll be Angel, I have to leave early" | | Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006 | | 12:47 am |
Always be eloquent, especially when no one is looking. | | Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006 | | 7:49 am |
"While the NSA asserts that it has used tight discretion in intercepting international communications, the agency's circumvention of judicial intermediaries strongly suggests sinister motives." Sleeplessness is the sole instigator of such convoluted rhetoric. | | Thursday, March 16th, 2006 | | 8:59 am |
Manhattan tomorrow. Long Island saturday? New York blue laws on sunday. Boston creme Monday? New England clam chowder? Patriots? Ben Franklin? Freedom trail? Tea Party? Gettin married to a guy? Fuck yeah. | | Monday, March 13th, 2006 | | 3:21 am |
spring reminds me how much i love being alive | | Wednesday, March 8th, 2006 | | 1:04 am |
Earth-shattering news: The undergrad is open til 3am this semester! ONE EXTRA HOUR OF STUDYING MADNESS WOOT! | | Thursday, February 23rd, 2006 | | 6:54 am |
I just talked to a guy washing tables at the union for ten minutes. He's a graduate from Eastern...he double majored in Sociology and German. College graduates are doing custodial work. And from what I gather, he didn't get bad grades. He's gotten laid off twice in the past 10 years since he's graduated. Whats to stop this from happening to you? | | Sunday, February 5th, 2006 | | 9:56 pm |
USA AOK!
| You Passed the US Citizenship Test | 
Congratulations - you got 10 out of 10 correct! |
| | 10:52 am |
I just dreamt that I tried to convince Dan Homan that liberal ideology is better for the world. In real life as well as dream land, it didn't work. Damn him and his staunch conservative ideals! | | Saturday, January 28th, 2006 | | 7:55 pm |
I think I'm repressing something. I've got this vivid memory from several years ago that relates to a dream I just had. I remember every shred of a detail from the memory and some things I haven't remembered since it happened. No, it wasn't anything abusive or traumatic, but it was an important memory. I'm not sure the significance of all of this, but if I come to any conclusions I'll consider sharing with you. | | Monday, January 16th, 2006 | | 8:54 pm |
Goddamn I'm excited for this semester. | | Wednesday, December 14th, 2005 | | 10:49 pm |
Yesterday I watched a documentary called "George W. 0Bush: Rise of the Religious Right in America". Assuming it would be a superliberal funfest, I popped myself a bucket of popcorn, put on my jammies and plopped in front of my tube. By twenty minutes into the movie, I had noticed they hadn't done any Dubya bashing yet. What gives! Upon closer inspection, i noticed that every single person being interviewed was either an evangelist or a priest. Whoa, slow down here. Is this a pro-bush propaganda film disguised as a wholesome documentary? Enraged by being decepted but much too drunk to find the power button, I watched all 90 minutes of the documentary. What did it teach me? That there is a very good chance George W. Bush believes in god, and the suspicious synchronicity of becoming a born-again Christian and running for Texas governer is merely a coincidence. And that George W. begins every cabinet meeting with prayer that sometimes breaks into song. | | Tuesday, December 13th, 2005 | | 8:05 pm |
I'm sick. Really sick. Wanna know how sick I am? I've been watching the hallmark channel for the past half hour and haven't even realized it. Send me some e-soup or e-medication, i really need it. | | Friday, November 18th, 2005 | | 8:38 am |
I made a vow not to get caught up in the dating scene or the whole routine with the cousins friend or the who knows what like i need that shit... I've got marks to make I've got steps to climb its the perfect time I've got books to write I've got things to do I go out my door and bump into you and the jig is up and my vow is through I dont know what I'm doing, but come in and ruin me. | | Wednesday, November 16th, 2005 | | 1:03 am |
Note to the world: On facebook, you arent being clever if you say you're "married" to someone whom you are not. It isn't funny, and frankly I'm sick of it. | | Friday, October 28th, 2005 | | 6:32 pm |
I had the most terrible nightmare. I ran down a grassy pathway with a river to my left. The path ran into the river after some time, and I remember not wanting to go in. I remember being...teleported back to the start of the path and walking it again several times, but for some reason I can only remember the end of it. At the end of the grassy path, the grass is sod grass like you would buy at a home and garden section to make a new lawn. The grass at the end was partially innundated by the water from the river. I had just gotten to my appartment in some big city after a long trip to the...marshy type place. My brother was playing nintendo in a lounge chair and three friends of mine from IUB were stacked on top of eachother on the couch watching a movie, and probably touching eachother. I remember needing to change my shirt, so I went into my bedroom, but couldnt find anything. I ended up grabbing a shirt from underneath a black futon in the living room where my brother and the IUB people were, and this pretty girl was sitting on the futon. Since I didnt have a shirt on, i remember sucking in my stomach. I was really tanned, and a bit sunburned. I found this yellow/gold silk illini shirt under the bed (which seemed uber hot) and put it on. I went out. I was walking around the streets of this european-looking city. Surrounding this fountain were chickens...big ones, little ones, teeny baby ones. I kept running around them to piss them off just so i could watch their reaction. I remember hering some entertaining squawks immediately following a terrifying screech...like the screech of an eagle. I was scared shitless. I ran and I ran from this flying chicken (who had a very pointy sharp looking beak) but couldnt get away. For some reason, i couldnt run very fast. I came up to this resaurant called "The coupe" that was western style, and I had been relieved because I knew the owners (i think they were family?), but was afraid that they wouldnt believe my story. After all, talking about running from chickens in an illini shirt to an employee of a place called "the coupe" sounds like an insult. As soon as i ran up to the lady at the host stand (who was wearing a slightly soiled green shirt and an apron) my alarm went off. Fucked up. | | Sunday, October 23rd, 2005 | | 11:18 pm |
I've played in 571 tournaments on pokerstars. Lordy. |
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