Day: October 8, 2005

  • Sermon #113


    Okay--this sermon is off the usual topic, but I've got to talk about it anyway.


    Can we talk about phonies?  About people who pretend they're your best friend--no, they ARE your best friend--until somebody better comes along?


    People climbing their way up the social ladder are just as bad as people climbing their way up the corporate one.  Moving from one clique to another, checking out the people on the next rung, working their way up like freaking caterpillars until one day--poof!--they leave one rung for good, on to bigger and better things. Then they get rejected in the new clique, of course, and come slithering back to their friends on the lower rung.  And you're supposed to sit there like some dope guarding seats at a concert, never realizing your friends found a better section and have left you behind.


    Well, I don't know about you, but I am sick and tired of welcoming the same old people back into the fold.  Hey, once you make the choice to move on--move on!  Don't come back when your new friends leave, don't come back when somebody breaks up with you, don't come back when you want to feel like yourself again 'cause you're tired of spending all that energy trying to act like somebody you're not and you just want to be accepted by people who always liked the real you.


    Tired of keeping up the front of being some witty, gorgeous, happy, considerate person you're not?  Tired of waiting for your "new" friends to appreciate your inner self?  Well, too bad.  Take two aspirin and DON'T CALL ME IN THE MORNING.


    From "The Gospel According to Larry" by Janet Tashjian

  • Hey 'dere, buuuuddies.

    Whooo!  Watched a kick-butt play at MTHS last night called "Runt", written and performed by Michael Edwards.  Very poignant play about the painful, deep relationship of a son and his father.

    It's almost a frightening thing for people to believe in you.  I mean, not the fun encouraging type, but when they trust you with the world in your hands.  When someone's life lies in your hands, and it's your decisions on whether they live or die.  At one point or another, everyone--everyone--is put on a pedestal by someone else.  Some people relish in it.  Some people have their palms sweating, afraid that they'll fall off.  It's a long way down to nothing at all, y'know.

    Grace is absolutely fantastic. The girl and the word. Nevermind, she's a bitch.

    I'm terribly bad at supplying info on this site about upcoming shows, but I'm good at a fast, almost useless note about shows that have already past. So okay, who watched Conan O'Brien on Thursday?!  ANYONE?!  I IM'ed everyone that was on in the middle of the night to watch it (see, I'm trying.).  U2 had the ENTIRE hour to themselves.  It was like a fine work of art.  You can catch clips and info on the show here.  (I liked when Conan interviewed the fans, so check that one out.)
    "The Edge will admit that he wears a knitted cap to take the attention off of Bono's crap sunglasses."  I loved that.
    THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!  © Warner Bros (I don't want to get sued, now.)

    Today's lesson: I have a mouse, Algernon, and a cat, Skechers.  And Algernon can kick Skecher's ass.  (The most poignant lesson EVER, I know!)

    a small town is like a small stage for teenagers and their drama; instead of showing shows, they'll be showing plays.. like 90210 without the Beverly Hills

    Bye for now.