Nothing's fair. And nothing's ever going to be fair. Everyone's going to keep blaming gays and lib-bur-alls fer' demoralizing the world, no one's going to pay attention to the impoverished and diseased peoples, MTV is going to continue to be legal, and I'm going to keep getting pictures of aborted fetuses shoved in my face everytime I turn the corner at Main St.

"I hate the whole God-damned human race", as the song goes. Well, I do. I hate everyone. Myself especially. We are horrible, disgusting creatures using the name of some unseen God to kill and judge others. I even hate my Catechism. Right now, anyway.

What the FUCK is wrong with us?

What's wrong with ME?

SUPPOSEDLY, the world was going to end yesterday.

And you were doomed to hell unless you recited the Rosary.

(This according to a very obscure, odd "Catholic" cult.)


Hmmm...

I appear to be in-tact. You?

So...

...about how I'm failing all of my classes.

Yep. All.

"How is that even plausible?" You ask? "School's not been in session for a whole simester, yet!" Even STILL, ladies and GENTLE-people: I present to you: Absolute failure in every single ONE of my subjects. ..I'm so ungrateful.


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BTW, and I suppose this has some correlation to my utter suckiness:

My new account at Achaea is Michel. Supplicant of Light, Priest Class. Atavian, naturally! TELL me up, should you ever be...y'know...pitifully bored and absolutely desperate for interaction. (There's no other reason to talk to newcomers....;_;...No, wait. I'm an old, newcomer. Heh heh heh....I remember the guilds...::is slapped::)

Tags: achaea, failing
Current Location: I....I don't know!
Current Music: Listening to Jospeh Campbell: Power of Myth

So, I've thought of a quest-ish-like project that I hope to begin soon that may take the remainder of my life...other than try and not be such a sacriligious prat.

So, I've noticed that I've been taught old prayers to the saints that don't seem to be in existence anymore. Or, rather, they've been changed. Such as the prayer to St. Anthony. It's quite a long bit of prose, if you look it up, but I was taught by my third-grade teacher this did: "Please Saint Anthony, do come around. I've lost something and it can't be found."
Just that. Simple and direct. (BTW, I always find the article that I was looking for in a matter of minutes after reciting this prayer.) Not only this prayer, but many others I've noticed are either very different than those written down, or do not exist at all. Therefore, my quest: To gather and record all such prayers from the older Catholic community before they're lost. Yep. That's it.

...I'm a dork.



A sleepy dork.

It's 3.

Night night.

Tags: late night, old prayers
Current Location: Here and there, with bits of my fingers fallen to the floor.
Current Mood: Sleep. Now. Mmm..
Current Music: Pange lingua - MY SAINT! (Be-otches..)

Tell the queen she's lost her cave-dwelling albino flame retardant! Oh, noes!!!1 Don't let her out in the fog, she'll incinerate!!!



---MAN I need to sleep. And what's with me and double-posting? Stop that! ::slaps::


...SCONE!

Tags: bats, unnecessary post, weak arms
Current Location: Deep within the recesses of your bum
Current Mood: Paranoid
Current Music: Infected Mushroom - The Classics

As a child, one knows that all worship the same God. The Catholics, the Hebrews, the Muslims, the Hindus, the Pagans; all give praise and put faith into a collective:singular God.

As an adult, we grow proud and jealous over our own beliefs. No one can be true to God but us. We condemn others and wage wars to protect our religion.

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Christ told us to be as children are.

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Does this make me blasphemous?

Tags: blasphemy
Current Location: Mid-West Northern America
Current Mood: Sleepy...
Current Music: Loreena McKennit - All Soul's Night

..is very beautiful.


As is antibacterial soap.


Edit:::

EEEEEeeeeee! SO! Very! HAPPY!!!

I've FINALLY found a chant of Venantius' Pange Lingua in OGG format so my Ubuntu could read it!!! I'm learning this. Right friggin' NOW. .....EEE!

Tags: antibacterial soap
Current Location: The endodermis of a platypus
Current Music: MUSE - Black Holes and Revelations, Steve Wynn

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I am SHIT. I am egotistical, nauseatingly arrogant shit. How has God not smote me yet? AAAAHHH!!! I'm so SELFISH! HOW can I be so selfish? --what's wrong with me?



Deus meus, ex toto corde pænitet
me ómnium meórum peccatórum,
éaque detéstor, quia peccándo,
non solum pœnas a te iuste statútas proméritus sum,
sed præsértim quia offéndi te, summum bonum,
ac dignum qui super ómnia diligáris.
Ídeo fírmiter propóno, adiuvánte grátia tua,
de cétero me non peccatúrum
peccandíque occasiónes
próximas fugitúrum.

Amen.




So when do I begin to feel less disgusted with myself?

((Venantius: "Most likely never."))

....thought so.

Tags: self-hatred
Current Location: The corner of the circle
Current Music: The Doors - The Crystal Ship

Tempt me not with these visions of artisan flatbread!

Memorare, o piisima Virgo Maria,
non esse auditum a saeculo, quemquam ad tua
currentem praesidia, tua implorantem auxilia,
tua petentem suffragia esse derelicta.
Nos tali animati confidentia ad te,
Virgo Virginum, Mater, currimus;
ad te venimus; coram te gementes peccatores assistimus.
Noli, Mater Verbi, verba nostra despicere,
sed audi propitia et exaudi.

Amen.

Mmm...Partial Indulgence....Yummy...

Prymer
Capitulum: Sicut cynamomum

Just as cinnamon
gives off a sweet-smelling scent,
so also is Mary
a sweet-smelling savor.
Thanks be to God!


Me, to "kid"....((Oooh, how we LOATHE him...)):
"You may mock my ideologies,
My traditions...
I'll EVEN let you slide with taking a crack at the Transubstantiation...
..but mock the Virgin Mary?
--you're a dead man..."
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I'm so very sleepy....Maybe I ought to ...sleep....perhaps...

...Maybe.

But then, would the sock puppets win...?

...

Oh, fizzityuckz0rz! The SOCK PUPPETS!!


::runs to lock the doors and windows::

............

That Juju tree looks AWFULLY familiar...I think we saw it last time around the angsty prose under the thimble.


She wears the standard amount of caking on her face that all Goths seem to, and she was wearing this beautiful cross, inverted, of course. HATE to be mixed up with a Christian, God forbid... So, I told her, very politely mind you, that the only thing she accomplished by wearing the cross inverted was making Jesus sick. Pretty soon she'd have a trail of Holy Vomit leading down her cleavage if she didn't correct that. Reign and his cronies laughed. "Vanaliae" called me a "God-Whore". I smiled and patted her head. We didn't really talk after that. Reign decided he was in desperate need of new pants, so we climbed in the car and headed to...geuss....yep. Hot Topic. Y'know the whole, "I'm-going-to-go-shop-at-a-chain-store-to-buy-apparel-that-will-separate-me-from-
everyone-except-for-the-millions-who-shop-there-as-well", thing? Yea. I couldn't stop thinking about that. It seemed the most hilarious thing in the WORLD to me, at the time. Ended up collapsing in a heap on the store floor, laughing my ass off.


Me: ::points to the clothing, points to friends, laughs maniacally, ceases to beathe, keeps laughing::
Cronie no. 1 (B-something): "What's WRONG with her?"
Reign: "She'll stop... eventually."
"Vanaliae": Oh-my-GAWD, STOP IT! People are staring at us!" (Well, her tits ARE about to pop out of her corset. I'd stare, too....)
Me: ::Losing consciousness, still laughing::

((If you're still reading this, you have a large pigeon sitting upon your head by now, and he's telling you that the Ides of the MegaMall are teeming in pools above the left-handed bookshelf.))

Tags: introduction
Current Location: Corner
Current Mood: Nonexistent
Current Music: VAST - Dead Angels