It's All About the Benjamins

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I decided to wear a tie every day this week. You know, because I can. But I’m definately not tucking in my shirts. You know, because I don’t have to. But I won’t be wearing shorts. You know, because ResLife is a bunch of fascists.

I’ve been feeling a lot more ephemeral these days. Transient, you know. Maybe the right word is ‘moody’, but that has other connotations that I don’t think fit correctly. Because I definately don’t feel like an adolescent girl. Yuck. Anyhow. I just kind of bounce sort of aimlessly from one thing to the next, which is good in a way, but also bad, because then there’s no emotional threshold between awesome and bored. I may be slowling losing my mind. Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the San Pellegrino. I doubt it’s the latter, and I like blaming Arkansiasia anyhow.

I watched this movie Mean Girls the other day; you may have heard of it. I’m withholding any sort of LMRS score for it, because I just wanted to tell the anecdote from the beginning of the movie, where the main character is describing how wierd most home-schooled children are. One of the short little scenes is of three or five preadolescent hayseed boys, wearing bib-overalls and straw hats and sitting on hay bails. The one in the center spurts out, in a thick hayseed swagger: “And on the third day God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so man could shoot the dinosaurs. And the homosexuals. Amen.” Sometimes, I feel as if I’m surrounded by the idiotic mentality that little scene is parodying. God and faith and the ressurection and salvation and all that don’t have anything to do with the combination of bad modernistic thought paradigms and even worse scientistic-ey pseudoscientific hogwash, resulting in, like stickers in biology books and ‘young-Earth Intelligent Design Creationism blah blah blah buzzword’. And people that say they do are wrong. Really, horribly, terribly, stupidly wrong. In fact, I think that the modernist paradigm is most often completely antithetical to faith in general, and, honestly, Christianity specifically– the fact that certain idiots like to hijack it to try and ‘prove them scientists wrong’ (or whatever) just makes everyone, including me, look like and idiot, and I really don’t freaking appreciate it.

But, then, suddenly, I once again realize that I am, at the very same time, surrounded by plenty of intelligent people that have come to similar conclusions I have about religion and science, or whatever passes for both these days. And that these people are really good people, and, on top of that, heck, even some for the aformentioned idiots are still good people. They’ve just got stupid buisinessman dogmatic personalities and will probably spend the rest of their lives wearing buisiness casual and going to power lunches where all they talk about is golf, or stock prices, or how they were talking about stock prices while they were golfing. And as much as I hate all of that, and think that its soulless and wrong and even perhaps evil (especially cubicle farms and power lunches), I realize that I, like Ice T once said, can’t hate the player, but should rather hate the game. I just need to realize that I can’t describe the flatness of Central and Northern Indiana in relation to glaciers during the last ice age around just anybody. Because, you know, the Earth was created on October 23, 4004 BC at 0900 Baghdad time.

Have I mentioned that I’ve been feeling vaguely nauseated every morning when I wake up? Well, I have. I’m going to try and remedy the problem by eating a little right when I wake up, because I think it’s just, like, there’s nothing in my stomach so the nerve signals are all out of order or something.

There are probably a lot of spelling mistakes in this, and I also didn’t mention anything about what I did today, which is something I normally do. I appologize on both accounts. Sorry or whatever.