love are you waiting underneath my bed and it you aren't i really hope Jesus isn't in there becuase i'm sure he would have some words for me and i would have to cover my ears and hum

today, i met a 17 year old girl who told me she couldn't read harry potter because it "contained magic" and her dad wouldn't let her read it. she told me that the only books she liked were Nancy Drew. probably the old skool nancy drew's too, not the new college edition. then she kept trying to show me up.

her: my dad knows the mayor. he works in a funeral home.
me: my dad works in germany.

her: i don't even look my age. i look tweleve.
me: i hate when i get asked, "are you looking forward to going back to school?" i always answer, "yes, i AM looking forward to going back to college in BOSTON."
her: (disgusted face) you go to school in boston? uck.

i hate this girl from the second i hear her laugh. this conversation is agony. she's one of them. she'll probably never listen to xiu xiu and talk about vaginas with her friends. this girl has potential to become an alcoholic in college.

i wasn't raised on church. i had an understanding -- a small one -- about God. i often prayed to him when my mom was late and i was home alone babysitting. sometimes it worked, othertimes not. these were the times i believed most. now, i believe in god as much as i do in love. i wouldn't say i'm skeptical, but i can't wrap my mind around Him. since childhood, i've been to services and youth groups and the only thing i learned to do was love rock and roll more and curse like a sailor. i think i like my version of Heaven better. we have buttered toast and it's connected to the animal heaven and i'm best friends with all the ducks. i really like ducks...that's for sure.
 
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