I concur.

I still don't know where I stand, but this was interesting nonetheless:



"We atheists do not believe in gods, or angels, or demons, or souls that endure, or a meeting place after all is said and done where more can be said and done and the point of it all revealed. We don’t believe in the possibility of redemption after our lives, but the necessity of compassion in our lives. We believe in people, in their joys and pains, in their good ideas and their wit and wisdom. We believe in human rights and dignity, and we know what it is for those to be trampled on by brutes and vandals. We may believe that the universe is pitilessly indifferent but we know that friends and strangers alike most certainly are not. We despise atrocity, not because a god tells us that it is wrong, but because if not massacre, then nothing could be wrong."

Take it or leave it. Its mere food for thought.

Peace in the Valley.

There will be peace in the valley someday.
When pain and sorrow flee from sight.
There will be no sadness.

"Well, I'm tired and so weary
But I must go along
Till the lord will come and call, call me away, oh yeah
Well the morning's so bright
And the Lamb is the light
And the night, night is as black as the sea, oh yes"

"Well the bear will be gentle
And the wolf will be tame
And the lion shall lay down, down by the lamb, oh yes
And the beasts from the wild
Shall be led by a child
And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes"

There will be peace in the valley for me someday.


I miss you so incredibly much. It is unfathomable.

Love is for Poor People.

Do you think that atheists and anti-love anarchists feel the way they do because they've been hurt? Is it pain that perpetuates the continual rebellious desires to take the road less traveled? I honestly believe that pain is the culprit in the demise of the already love-mamed individuals of this planet. I too feel a little angry and angsty from time to time mostly because I lack trust where it's necessary.

I'm bitter, damnit.
I deserve more respect than I am handed.
I give so much.
And I'm so ridiculously patient.

I just want to be heard. "Listen to my words!", I cry.

Hm.

I realize now that it is a combination of my pent up frustrations and my hidden spouts of envy that provoke these occasional outbursts of irrational hate and animosity in me.

.

Alright, well its been quite some time since I last wrote anything of value here within my second home of cyberworld. And to be quite completely honest I think its because I haven't really had time to sit down and just think.

Under Pressure.

I think I've bitten off way more than I can chew. Its starting to take a toll on my little heart. My very fragile, A.D.D heart. I can't focus enough on one emotion, nor do I envelop the capability of not taking one's words too harshly. I'm a sensitive little panda and this shit's tough. I have filled my schedule up wayyy too much. Lets take a gander at the weeks to come. For just this weekend I have:

Thursday- Class from 10am-2:15pm. Drive to Redlands. Circus rehearsal 5pm-9pm. Pick up Harvest tickets. Drive to Fullerton. Meet with study group. Spend a second with Jon, in between his guitar time.
Friday- Wake up. Drive to Redlands. Work until 6pm. Start 50/50 clowning. Crew show from 7pm until 10. Go home. Sleep.
Saturday- Wake up at 7. Work at 8 until 4. Go straight to the Y. Crew show from 5pm until 8pm. Go home. Sleep.
Sunday- Wake up at 6:30. Work at 7:30 until 2:00. Go to the Y. Crew show from 3pm until 6pm. Find time to see my mother since it is MOTHER'S DAY for shit's sake! Figure out how to get back to Fullerton. Finish Honors paper. Finish AMST paper. Start Soc paper.
Monday... I think you get the point?
This show and work continues on until the end of May.
I'm going to be under the radar for just a bit.
If you need me, call. I'll try to answer.