Sunday, September 5, 1999
10:27 PM, on the computer
Today's been a good day. Basically, all I've done today is play video games, do laundry, and listen to religious sermons that I had turned up so I could hear them in here. Mom and Julie got back from Arkansas today, they went on a three day youth trip to see the Great Passion Play in Arkansas. I let Julie get on the comp for a while, and I cooked dinner so mom or dad didn't have to (and before you go "aww, how sweet!" note that I had to be begged to do it because I was watching Star Wars). Julie crashed early, and the rents and I watched a video mom bought about a potter at the Passion Play. He gave a speech about molding clay and it's metaphorical relationship to man, and it was a really good speech. I enjoyed it very much.
Well, right now... I'm listening to the Plumb CD I got the other night, and I'm talking to Kelsey along with an old friend and a girl that lives five minutes away that I still haven't met for some reason... and I'm getting tired. Physically, not mentally. I don't know why, but hey... at least I get to sleep late tomorrow!! Sleeeeeeep... neeeeed sleeeeeeeep...
Hey I wonder how Lauren's doing... I hope she came down okay.
Monday, September 6, 1999 -- Labor Day
3:25 PM, on the comp
I just finished my ad critique for Comp II, and I'm sitting here and wondering about things. I really should call Courtney right now, she invited me for dinner and I have to turn her down becuause I can't get over there. In fact, I think I'll do that now.
4:13 PM, on the comp
I called her, I'm going to go play some video games now.
10:21 PM, on the comp
Courtney and her daughter came over for dinner. Dad was watching a preacher on TV that was really really out there. He's completely opposite of how I'd view a Christian. To me, they should have self-control and humility, but this guy... he was shouting, waving his arms around like a psycho, his face was red, and he was bashing EVERYTHING... even Christianity. You couldn't cut through this man's machismo with a ginsu knife. Honestly, he offended me. I've worked hard to get where I am, only for him to suddenly tell me it's wrong. And Dad, with his bandwagon attitude absorbed it all up. He refused to change it so we could watch something a little less offensive to everyone. We made it through dinner and everyone but him went into the other room. We talked for a while and then she went home.
Meanwhile Dad was STILL watching religious TV... so I got on the computer because I don't like the preachers he's taken a liking to lately. I like Joyce Meyers, but Rod Parsley... whew, the man is a nut. But back to the story, I let mom on to check her mail, and we got to talking about something someone said, and I told her about Bulworth. Dad decided to eavesdrop and interrupt with "that movie is trash". I didn't want to listen, and I told him so. He called me rebellious and an argument ensued. He and I are both very stubborn and we both have a bad habit of always having to have the last word, so naturally it took a while. Basically what was stated is that my dad can say whatever he wants whenever he wants, yet I can't say my opinions because basically, I have none... and this came from the man that told me that I have a right to believe what I want and to fight for it, but I don't have a right to make everyone miserable with it.
Lord, help my Dad to become less of a hypocrite...
Right now I'm searching for Christian CDs on Ebay. If you can find what you're looking for, you can usually get a great deal on them because they sell cheaply and very few people have either heard of the bands or even listen to the genre. I bought a Buck CD for $1.75, and currently I'm bidding on a band called Viva Voce that has a lot of promise according to some sampler CDs I've heard.
Hey cool, Lauren's on! She doesn't remember a thing that happened the other night, and I really wish I'd have saved that chat to show her. It was pretty amusing but scary at the same time.