Bored. Very Bored. With a capital B.
I have studying to do, but ah welllll.
I bought some purple hair dye the other day, except I think I'm going to be needing more. It's worry, how thick my hair is. The only reason my dad agreed to let me dye my hair (although he couldn't have stopped me- just putting that out there) was because I told him the packet said it would have a subtle result. It does say that- like if you have black hair. Mine is practically black, which is why I need another packet but it says that the dye WILL NOT LIGHTEN YOUR HAIR OR COVER GREY in very capital letters. Hmm, what a dilemma. I can't wait for the holidays so I can have awesome hair and then paint my nails blue and only ever wear my wannabe army boots (with other clothes).
I'm really craving Shakira right now at this very second. It just hit me as I was listening to 30 seconds to mars how much I actually love Shakira, because, you know, 30 seconds to mars and Shakira have practically the same sound. It's taking foreverr to download. Ah, youtube. And also, I'm using the neighbour's wifi. Shh. It's marvellous. I can download and youtube without feeling any guilt whatsoever.
I also like brownies. It's a shame they're so bad for you:(
It's amazing how an entire day passed and I didn't do any homework, or really anything productive at all...except I woke up freakishly early. It's like my dad's voice just creeps in everywhere- because it did, this morning at 8am and it was hissing at me to get up and quit being so lazy. Grr. Get back to your master, voice.
OH. Okay, so on Friday night I went to my old church because it was my brothers' Confirmations. By the way, their newly adopted saintly names are Rufus and Cletus. I have such tards for brothers. Or maybe they're just alternative? Because that's kind of cool. Yeah, let's go with that. Anyway, that's not the point of the story, except it was a bit funny when the Archbishop erm anointed Josef "Rufus", because me and Dad burst out laughing and Mum gave us the dirtiest look (which made me laugh harder and Dad shrink down in his pew). And then I was too distracted by the hilarity of this incident to notice the hilarity in Antonny's anointed name, which was a shame. I mocked him afterwards, don't worry.
[YAY SHAKIRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHENEVER, WHEREVER, WE'RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER, I'LL BE THERE AND YOU'LL BE NEAR AND THAT'S THE DEAL MY DEAR]
(Well, that was fun.)
Yeah, so...I was talking about church, I think. Yes, I just scrolled up and I was. So the Archbishop Denis Hart of Melbourne came and that was a massive deal, but then he had all this attitude. Like, he kept cueing everyone to stand and sit and then turning to glare at the parish priest as if to say "You didn't brainwash your churchgoers properly, now I have to do it myself, idiot," which I have to admit I found a tad funny and I think my mum even developed a bit of a crush for old Denis. But Denis gave a talk at the very beginning, basically outlining all the criteria he felt a Catholic should adhere to if they didn't want to go to hell. He actually mentioned the word hell, and pretty much said that if you want to go to heaven, you have to go to church every week because otherwise how can you even call yourself a believer of God? I agree though; obviously not about the going to hell bit, but that going to church is a fairly vital part of the whole being religious thing. I even used to go and sit by myself because my supposedly Catholic family couldn't be bothered. I made friends with the elderly couple that sat behind me and I kind of became their like church granddaughter. It was nice. They cared about me, or so I like to think. BUT ANYWAY Denis also said something I found rather interesting and *humphed* out loud at: (this is the essence, and no, I am not twisting words, or taking things out of context, this is exactly what he said, except he said something else mixed in which I've forgotten because it was useless to my train of thought) "The greatest success in life...is to be a successful Christian." Yeah, okay. What does that mean for women? That the greatest success in life is to undervalued at best, or oppressed at worst? Tsh.
I think I spend too much time thinking about religion.
It just fascinates me, that's all- like why people believe in God.
Check this out---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2z-OLG0KyR4 (LOL)
I think that's enough. I've already forgotten everything I've written.
Buh bye Banana Man.
P.S. To be directed at my neighbours- thankyou for letting me waste your internet, but please hush hush occasionally. Some of us need to study/sleep/have a life without your constant gossipping in the background.
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