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Mechanical engineer, material scientist. Loves to run, play billiards, swim, and be outdoors.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004
His father gave us food for our troubles, and all the while I couldn't stop thinking about the coffee stain. A big, monstrous coffee stain. Hopefully. Me hungry. Me go eat again. (<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) comments Thursday, December 23, 2004
Tim: Oh, by the way, got a letter for you yesterday. Brian: ...You opened it. Tim: Yeah, I got confused and thought it was mine because we both have "I" in our names. --- Brian: She's drowning. Tim: I know. Brian: Is that the point of the game? Tim: It can be, depending on what you feel like. My ex-girlfriend sent me a letter three months too late that explains why she dumped me and started seeing a backstabbing asshole city boy. It was filled with platitudes of "I'll always love you forever" in her attempt to make me feel better, while cleansing her of the deeply ingrained sense of guilt. Brian: Did it work? Tim: No. It made me want to DROWN THINGS! *turns around*...You've got a bit of paint on you... (<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) comments I was over on ChristianAnswers.net (I was looking for movie reviews, and evidently this site has a fairly large database of said reviews). It is really making me question not my spirituality, but my faith in strict Catholicism (which is not a good description, either). I'm so torn about it that I feel like I'm blaspheming--but I'm not...I've just been thinking. All I see on that site is some of the most unfortunate tripe I've seen. There is intolerance, or at least I perceive quite a bit of it. I, as a Catholic, believe that God loves everyone. On that site, it is encouraged that people be shunned due to their choices--I feel this is wrong. God isn't a(n)....... God is our Father. Now, let's bring this down to a more secular level. A father will love his child no matter what he has done, and he will always accept him/her/them back without question. I know for a fact that I have messed up countless times--many times quite severely (trust me...sometimes I feel like the entire point to my life is to be an example to others of what NOT to do). My father doesn't stop loving me--in fact, his love for me probably has never dropped because of my actions. The same with God (this should have been done the other way around, but I couldn't do so in an effective manner). God is out Father. As such, we can screw up royally, but His love for us is never-ending. He doesn't just stop loving us because we make mistakes. ChristianAnswers makes me feel wrong for accepting atheists as friends, agnostics, etc. "By keeping them as friends you offend God" is how they express it (or at least it seems that way). I do not understand this. Again, why should I shun others? If there is one thing God teaches us, it is to love others. Tell me now how it is ok to turn others away, and make snide remarks about them to their backs, while accepting others and collectively treating others not like us with derision? God tells us to "judge not, lest ye be judged". I admit that I judge people--we all do it, it's human nature. But to turn away a segment of society just because they have different beliefs is abhorrent in nature. Why is it wrong for me to befriend others that don't share my beliefs? It is clear that I will not become like them (belief-wise), due to my faith in God. I will never shut God out of my life completely (though I've drifted away every now and then). Does it hurt me to associate myself with them, and hopefully pass on the good values that I exhibit onto them (I'm no paragon of virtue, trust me--there are things I'm too ashamed to talk about with people, too ashamed to think of them without feeling harsh recrimination for myself)? Then it goes to say how just watching the occult converts you. Look, I've been reading stories about magic, watching movies about magic, played games that revolve around magic, sorcery, multiple gods, etc. Has that changed who I am, or rather, made me believe less in God? Have I started to convert to trying to cast spells? No. It's pure fantasy. Not real. Make believe. How can something fake drag me away from the real thing? I'm sure playing D&D will turn you into a Level 47 wizard in real life--don't forget to roll your dice to see if the spell works! Sure, there are people who might think that, but they are very few, and very far between. Another thing is the condemnation of watching violence. We live in a violent society. To show otherwise would be to shelter ourselves from the truth. Well, you know what? War is h-e-double hockey sticks. People die. People get blown up. People bleed. Just because you watch it, does NOT mean you condone it. Seeing it in its full reality probably drives humans AWAY from it. I encourage war, yes, but war against clear evil, not some politically driven war. Note the Bible also contains much violence--beheadings, scourgings, stonings, etc. To shelter ourselves from it makes us more apt to not understand it, and therefore create complications. Watching true war doesn't encourage it--it's a deterrent (ever wonder why recruiters DON'T EVER show or talk about or illustrate the effects of war when wooing young men such as myself?). All in all, I am disgusted with that site for overzealousness. God loves us all. I am not the one to judge others nor am I one to turn them away. God will judge each of us when our books closed, when money, nor prestige will mean anything. I am not perfect. I never will be. I am horribly flawed in some ways. I accept that. God is there for me, always has, always will. I place my faith and trust in Him, and may He guide me to the end of my days. Now to go and try to make myself to feel spiritually clean again, for I feel like I've fallen into mud. (<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) comments Wednesday, December 22, 2004
It started off with Chris, Chuck, and I meeting up and going to the Galleria, and Chris almost decked Chuck for being an ass, which was kind of hilarious, because Chuck had this look of utter horror and had his hands up begging for mercy before Chris even swung (which is made much funnier because Chuck usually pulls a tough guy act). Yes, I know I'm bashing Chuck, but I'm a little cheesed off with him at the moment due to discussions tonight. Again, he called us all [well, Nick and I] immature, and that he is the paragon of maturity [kind of]. Whereupon he takes a milk bottle [full of milk] and puts at his midsection and ... ugh... no, those details stay with me, so no one else gets horrid mental images. I don't understand how he can call himself mature, and then rant about how immature the rest of us are. Mr. I Jerked Off a Ketchup Bottle in a Restaurant. Ok, so I'm not actually upset with him, just a little confused. I know I'm bitching, but it's 1:10 AM, I've nothing better to do, and I'm bored. So bitch I will. At great length. Even if I have to start making up stuff. The past couple of days have been uneventful and slightly boring. Too cold out to really do anything cool. The most exciting part of vacation was getting my grades today--CAD: A, Heat Transfer: B, Ceramics: B. I must say that shovelling does suck. Especially when you're a retard like me and don't dress appropriately for it. Could have stuck me in a drink as the human ice cube. Anyways, off to--oh! A certain someone AGAIN said they don't like Mexican food--because they don't like Taco Bell. Ok, back to the point? Wait...was there a point? Probably not. It's all good though. Where was I? Oh, right, Chris, Chuck, and I at the Galleria. Chris got a couple of things there, and then we met up with Mike and headed off to Dino's for over-sized subs, and then across the street to Bova's Bakery for dessert [chocolate dipped cannoli's = wicked good]. Today it was just Nick, Chuck, and I. Went to eat at TGI Fridays on Newbury, then off to Copley, where I did a bit of my Christmas shopping. Upon leaving, Chuck wanted to go to Macy's, so we walked there, and avoided being mugged--evidently the retard could count, and noticed that there were 3 of us compared to 1 of him. Not like he was conspicuous or anything...oh no, he was a paragon of virtue and law. Oh, right, stuff. Hey, kiddies, don't forget to eat your soylent green! It has all the vitamins and minerals necessary for people, and it will make you grown big and strong! New nicknames for me [from someone you all know]: Cheapo-man (I was NOT going to pay money for that!), Sicko-man (evidently I said something he considered disgusting, which was an earth-shattering event), and Jedi White (because he had a dream in which he was Batman...and no, it's not just you--it actually doesn't make any sense). Why can't people just be content with calling me Tycho? Or Frenchie? (<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) comments Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Been a while...I've learned a few things in the past few days:
1. I've no reflex muscle in my knees. 2. My suit is too tight. 3. Wear pants (it's cold out!) Subnote: note to self: don't cut oneself with pants while attempting to put them on (yes, I know that sounds strange, but trust me, it makes sense) 4. We're all crazy. 5. I don't do so good in English. and #1 (again)...addicted to caffeine (and proud!). Anyways, here's what's been up--my CAD professor kind of changed the assignment again, not too much, so I'll have it done well in time for the deadline tomorrow (I hope). Did you know that if you put chocolate chips in Sprite, they will sink to the bottom, then rise to the top? And repeat? No matter what happens, do not eat said chocolate chips afterwards. Time to catch up on some sleep! --That's my situation as of yesterday. As of today...weird stuff... (<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) comments
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