For us, they wanted "an air of dignity" and for us to "behave professionally." No beach balls. No flip flops. No altering the gowns/caps (tape, marker, etc).
Most weekends are spent sleeping more than usual. Now that I'm back at home, church is added, too.
This weekend my grandparents are in town. I'm also going to my little brother's piano recital, and since FP's brother is performing in a school play/musical/production, we're going to go to that too.
Lotsa cleaning/cooking in store for me this weekend.
I was raised Roman Catholic, but I don't go to church on my own. I feel that with so many splits in religion, and with each saying that theirs is the only correct one (except a couple), so long as you're a "good person," you're all set.
When I was little, there was no doubt in my mind that the Trinity existed and that everything was true and so on and so forth. Now, though, I no longer accept the "mystery" argument that people tend to throw out when they can't explain something from the Bible, like contradictions and such ("It's a mystery to us. Only God can understand it, for He is all-knowing.").
I'm also tired of the whole "everything God does is according to His plan." Does His plan really include killing off my pets, one by one? If He's all-mighty and powerful, can't He make His plan work without having to make me and my family suffer? And if the plan does include that, then does that mean He enjoys seeing me suffer? Is that His plan? To make me suffer?
I see God more like a being who created something, and now is just watching us do stuff. No master mind "time line" of events. Just casually watching, and He might respond to a prayer occasionally. To me, most events happen the way the do because of chaotic chance.
One more thing: if we supposedly have free will, but God knows exactly what we're going to do before we do it, doesn't that kinda defeat the purpose of free will? That means that, if we have a choice between sin and not sin, and God knows we're going to pick sin, He'll let us pick it. He knows every one of our actions, so before we even come into existence, He knows whether or not our sins "total" to a trip to Hell or not. So basically God creates us knowing if we're going to Heaven or Hell. So our afterlife is, essentially, predetermined (or at least pre-known).
...I don't really know what that makes me, religion-wise... I normally go with "loosely Roman Catholic."
More text than talk here. The data plan is indispensable. It has saved me more times than I can remember ("Quick! Check email!" "Quick! Mapquest directions!" "Quick! Lolcats for entertainments!" etc)
Originally posted by Bob-omb8194I guess I can try to do some ranking again, after nearly a month of being busy. I doubt that I'll rank at all, since I average 2-3 posts a day, but I'll try.
I've never done more than 10 in one day. How some people are able to post hundreds...
I mean, over 24 hours, 100 posts means a post every 15 minutes, roughly, and that's assuming that there's no sleeping/other obligations
If the person sleeps for 6 hours, and spends 2 hours taking care of basic needs/ other obligations, that's a post every 9 to 10 minutes.
I don't know if my attention span is long enough to post that long/often.
I tend to imagine/daydream more than I actually write.
I draw my inspiration from a few sources: what others have already done (movies, books, etc), the real world (middle ages, war zone, etc), or my dreams.
I normally place myself as the main character in the story. My mood at the time changes what kind of a person the protagonist is. She could either be a strong-willed fighter righting the wrongs of the world, a caring medic who heals the minds and bodies of others, or a wrathful/grieving psychopath who's out for revenge and stops for nothing. I imagine what kind of culture exists in the world, what kind of people I would meet, how they would react to my principles, what kind of trouble I'd get into, how I would get out of it, and so on.
I find it frustrating to write because my mind always races ahead of my fingers, and I find it difficult to draw myself back. I tend to skip large chunks of the story because of this, and only realize what I've failed to transcribe after I've exhausted my attention span.
Originally posted by TerraDepends on the casino. Soaring Eagle in Michigan allows 18-year-olds to gamble, but most Michigan casinos, even Native American ones, make you wait until you're 21.
You can gamble at 18 in some Canadian provinces though
I heard that many casinos will let you play, but if you're underage, they won't let you cash in your winnings. Might be just a rumor but...
Cheesecake with homemade wild blueberry topping. 'Tis delicious.
And someone *stares down at FP* could have gotten some too, had he not decided that my sister's band concert was "too boring" to bother attending. But oh well. His loss *continues petty glowering*