"please stop cherry picking the bible to try to make all of your laws if you are going to make ALL laws out of the bible you all are in for a rude awakening my friends!!

no more shellfish, mixed fiber clothing, beards, maybe you wanna sell your daughter to slavery or kill your neighbor?? AY OKAY!!

jesus needs a drink"

~realjesus

He updates so rarely, but when he does it's always such a treat...

Anyways. So, today was the big due date for the 3-D project, and I am proud to say that my evaluation went rather well. They liked it. They really liked it. I did a crane, the one that ended up being three feet tall, and let me tell you, it was not easy. Now, I am sure that had I put more time into it it would have turned out better, especially the base (actually, only the base, for everything else was as perfect as I could humanly make it). However, I did not have more time, and the time I did have I spent (well, the last day of it, anyways) poking my fingers to the point where I was sure I would bleed to death and eating nothing but cookies and peanuts.

*sigh*

It was indeed an awful relapse into my old, unhealthy eating habits. Only I went back even further than I'd ever been. I am proud to say, though, that today I returned to my new healthy diet of healthy foods and calorie counting. Not that I count calories in order to try to change my intake, it's just that it makes me feel healthier to know how many calories I eat. You know, "I'll give this waffle about... 300, and this delicious, thick, sugary strawberry syrup about... oh... 600. Excellent." In fact, I've no idea how many calories either of those have in real life. I've no idea how many calories anything has, except if I read it off the label, and when I do I don't really see why it matters. No one in Europe (at least as far as I know) cares about these things, and they are more or less all healthy.

Anyways. I also yelled at Jonathan (but I really didn't mean to) and then I felt awful afterwards. I also felt bad because I was so upset when he didn't have time for me that one day because he went shopping, and now here I was spending a whole day working on a project that I've been putting off for two weeks. So. I'm sorry. I'm awful, I know. We'll work on it. I will, in any case. He doesn't have to. He's too good as it is.

Speaking of Jonathan, I had some really strange dreams last night. Actually, for the first half of the night (before I took the Aleve for my headache and fell asleep for the rest of the night) the only reason I knew I'd fallen asleep each time after I woke up was because I'd just had some strange dream about him. Anyways, after the Aleve I dreamt that he was visiting my house, which was a mansion (but this was after he'd sent a couple of pages of things he drew for me on newsprint, which my parents kept insisting he re-draw in BLACK INK - they kept insisting it be in black ink to the point where I wanted to scream at them that I understand, they can stop saying it - on drawing paper so they can frame it) and then my mom commented on my skin and how clean it looked, and he proceeded to tell her how he especially likes the skin on my belly and breasts. I was trying to get him to stop, but my mom seemed perfectly fine with this.

I also dreamed about being in some place with some magical kids who got injured, except that I wasn't injured or magical. Or I might have been injured in the same accident as my magical-person friend and that's why I ended up there. In any case, I wasn't magical. I don't remember much else, but it was all very odd...

It was much cooler, by the way, when I was actually dreaming it.

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And I'm off now, to my room with its intoxicatingly sweet scent of blooming roses.

Room mate - 10/27/2005
Worst ever - 07/21/2005
Goth - 05/29/2005
Bad Baby - 05/25/2005
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