so its 9 30 and my entire family is sleeping. well my mom and dad are in bed watching desperate housewives which counts as sleeping for me... and im impatiently waiting for Adrienne to get on IM. Grace is on and so is Will but i havent started talking to them yet. i probably will do that soon.
i just had to read this incredably stupid essay by some arabic guy called the cancer cluster myth. the point of the essay was that atil thought that some lady in moxville was stupid because her child had cancer. the lady proceeded to go from door to door a mile around her house only to find that fourty two other people in the neighborhood had the same type of cancer. well she called up some people and made a big deal out of it. there was a 25% more chance than expected that all those people would all have the same cancer. WELL aparently twenty fiver percent isnt good enough for atil. and it takes seven thousand times more than expected to be more than just dumb luck. it was a waste of time to have to anylize.
i really want to go to the revival this week. i really need it. BUT i have parents who dont want me going. im going to somehow get there... i keep telling myself that. my parents are really crazy about stuff like that. ON THE SUBJECT of crazy parents::: i had to go to mass this morning. and i came up with a stereotype for catholocs. in a catholoc school you either fit in or you dont. that is common knowledge. if you arent in than everyone hates you. in the place i used to go, if you were a girl you had to look, act, and dress like you had slept with every person in the neighborhood and the guys all had to look like they were the most ghetto fabulous thing on the planet. it takes away from all individuality. you cant be yourself if youre trying to be someone else. and being like that makes you laughed at by people who dont act or dress or whatever like people in a catholoc school. at my amazing public school which i love very much (most of the time) people can be whatever style, clique, or personality they want and nobody hates them for it. that is what makes a group a whole. being able to accept people for who they are, not accepting people for being just like you. THAT is why i hate mercyhurst's slogan:: where individuality comes together. its true. they will take your individuality and tear it into shreds and make you the ditzy, feminine person that they want you to be. ugh.
its 9 40 now and Adrienne still isnt on. i wonder what Esther looked like. she must have been beautiful. when im in heaven i want to se what she looked like. i think she had dark hair, and very striking brown eyes, tanish skin, a timid smile, a lithe figure, and probably a very skinny waist. i love rambling. i wonder what she would look like if she lived today. probably just as beautiful. Esther is a nice name too.
Job is another one of my favorites. i think he wasnt as beautiful and more just all around nice. i think he had a few pounds on him, a warm smile, strong arms, and a bald head. rather than being just beauty he was probably nice to look at in a totally different way. like when you look at someone and say he looks like such a nice guy. people probably liked him a whole lot.
and then there are Jobs three friends. Zophar, Balidad, and Naamathite. i think that one was good looking, one smart, and one social. i dont know which is which though. but what i like about them is that they sat with their friend for three entire days in silence. just because he needed them. they were very loyal friends. i like to think about who would do that for me. and who would be the one that would knock on the door and say i heard youre having a tough time, i thought id drop off some dinner. and maybe lurk around in the background for a while. i think that one of the three that would sit in silence with me wouldnt be one of my best friends, but someone who was simply willing to be with me. but i would definately hope im never in Jobs shoes to have to find out.
well its 9 50 and im kinda tired. being sunday night i have to get up early tomorrow and go to school. geometry first period. its always a battle to stay awake in that class. and i think ive rambled enough. goodnight. unless, of course, youre reading this in the morning. or the afternoon. in that case good morning, or good afternoon. or whatever, i think you get the picture.
---Mike!!
and my entire group of people i normally eat lunch with dressed as joggers and wore super small shorts and really tight, colorful shirts. it was hilarious.
the end of class, but i had to go to Bischoff early. there is a downside to him though. all the girls are drooling over him. they think hes completely georgeous. and he has everyones complete attention. when he says shut up the whole class doesnt say a thing. the complete opposite of gessel. another problem with him: all the outgoing girls flirt with him constantly. and it almost seems like he flirts back... its kinda creepy.
