So I had a lot of things running my mind last night... and because of that, I had the strangest dreams and didn't sleep well. But I'll try to remmeber what I was thinking about.
Yesterday was the "Day of Silence", which was basically a day when people would stay silent for a day to demonstrate that gays, lesians, and transgenders are soemting unable to express themselves. For my age group at least, and older, I guess I don't really mind these kinds of people expressing themslves. I am against such actions, however. But for younger generations, I don't really think it's okay for them to see such things, and for them to grow up thinking that it's necessarilly okay. I don't want to go too deep into this issue, but for the younger generations, this is why I chose not to do this "Day of Silence" activity.
Oh yeah and Monday I'm having surgery... so I can't go out this whole week in order to rest.
And my mom is getting really old. A few weeks ago, she forgot to turn the kitchen sink off, and the whole kitchen was flooded with water, and I had to use like five bedsheets to soak up all the water. Also, last week, somehow oil got all over the kitchen floor, and that wasn't exactly cleand up either so that was rather disgusting. And lately she's been complaining about things that I'm apparently supposed to do but was never told to. And I din't know if it's myself maturing or whatever, or if it's my mom becoming more critical of everything, but she was such an embarassment today. I was supposed to take a placement test at De Anza today, and my mother out of all people decided to come with me. My mom just loves making herself noticeable and picking fights. I appreciate what she's trying to do, but I just thought her behaviour today was very inappropirate. Why does she have to be so critical of people and occurences? Ugh it's just really upsetting.
I also don't really feel like seeing my father much. He basically threatened my mother, and my doubts of him are finally cleared (in a bad way).
Yesterday in brit lit we also finished watching Frakenstein, with an extremely alternative ending... which was disgusting! Victor ends up bringing the dead Elizabeth back to life, making her look like a zombie and basically a female version of 'the creature'. And I was talking about this with my sister and we agreed that all Victor had was selfish love, not caring of what Elizabeth thought of being alive as a hideous zombie. I also cried during the ending of the movie because it made the creature more sentimental of Victor as a father, and the creature goes down in flames with his creator as his body was being cremated. I think I was the only person crying. How lame.
I also haven't been to AWANA for a while, but I did go yesterday. After 9:00 every time, there's this thing called "Trek" that all AWANA helpers go to. I don't really know how to describe this time, but it's usually really pointless, so I'm very reluctant to go, like I was yesterday. But yesterday was actually very interesting. We talked about gossip. And yes, shamefully we did gossip, but we also talked about the topic of gossiping itself. The Trek leader told us (my cursive is getting really fugly) that it's not good to put a name to things, or to repeat gossip, which is how rumours spread. I just want to say that I don't like it when I have to result to gossip in order to carry on conversations with friends. Now that I think about it, I'd rather keep quiet. Honestly, I don't know everything about people, so it's better to not talk at all than gossip, for the sake of protecting the reputation of others. So from this moment on, I will try my best not to gossip, or at least not to put a name to things. It'll be hard because sometimes it comes so naturally that I don't even think about it, and because it's something that girls seem to do often, but I'm going to pray to God to helpe me stop and I myself will try my best to stop. That should have been my Lent challenge.
After Trek, my friend and I talked about the stupidity of guys. Both of us have had creepers before, and we were both expressing our frustrations to each other. I told her that a majority of guys can't take a hint. A lot of times, guys can't seem to take a hint that girls that they notice aren't really interested in them. The opposite is true as well. Guys also can't seem to take a hint that girls that they don't even know exist are extremely into them - which I actually find quite fun, haha. But yeah, guys are stupid. And we also discussed how ridiculous it is that guys are so sure of girls when it comes to asking them to dances and stuff. If a guy isn't even acquainted with a girl, what gives him the right to think that that girl will approve of him? Do they think girls are even more stupid to approve of any guy that comes their way? It's just really idiotic, and it makes guys look full of themselves, and thus extremely unattractive. At least prepare for some rejection and learn how to deal with it and stop being such babies.
By the way, public news radio is really depressing. Aaand I can't think of what to write anymore and it took me like one and a half hours to think of what to write and to actually write all of this.
Two more days of Lent! Then I will have gone 40 days without tumblr~
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