BUMP

So every year my church does this missions trip to Minneapolis/St. Paul, where we put on a Vacation Bible School type thing at one of our sister churches. I had a great time last year and I'm looking forward to going this year. We're leaving this Saturday at 6 am, so I'll probably sleep a lot on the bus :)

I'm afraid. I'm so afraid of dying and finding out my life has been a lie and I'm banished to hell. But that's what it feels like my father is saying to me every time I screw up or do something that falls outside of his definition of right. And every time he says this to me, he uses this patronizing, arrogant tone that makes me just never want to have anything to do with Christianity again. I'm so sick of feeling like I can never do anything right in his eyes, or in the eyes of my mother, or in the eyes of God. Every emotion inside of me that has ever been is being slowly forced away by my parents, who say that I'm not allowed to do things that make me happy; I'm not allowed to have any freedom; I'm too stupid to make my own decisions. I'm supposed to be a good little puppet, allowed only to do the things which they deem "good" and never allowed to let my own voice be heard. If I read a book which they don't think is appropriate, it's as though I've committed murder. They tell me that they want to be a godly family, but do I see them following their own rules? Rarely. Am I allowed to express myself? Never. Are they allowed to dump their crap on me whenever I screw up? Well of course, because they are my parents and I'm just a stupid teenager. Are my emotions any less valuable than theirs? Well, apparently so because that's what they're telling me every time they get angry.

I hate life. I hate it so much. All it has ever done is bring me sadness and pain. I can't wait to die because then I'll be free and I'll be allowed to live with God, where he won't criticize my actions and thoughts.

I don't like it how I never feel as though I can measure up to the people I know in terms of Christianity. Does that mean I'm not a Christian? Does it mean that I'm a terrible person and if I ever tell anyone this that I'll be judged and cast out of the fellowship of God? Would I even care? I don't know. I want to be a Christian.

I'm just so tired of life right now. If I died would anyone even care?

Percy Jackson & the Olympians

Recently (well, okay, a few months ago), while talking to a friend, I was introduced to the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and fell in love with it immediately. The story is exactly the kind I like to read and the characters are great.

Well, today I learned that they were making a movie out of "The Lightning Thief" the first book, and I totally geeked out about it. I screamed and jumped up and down for a good hour or so after seeing the commercial. Let me tell you, it looks absolutely effin' EPIC! And the guy who plays Percy is totally hot. *stares off into space for a moment, smiling dreamily*

I WILL GO SEE IT WHEN IT COMES OUT, MARK MY WORDS!

God, I can't take it anymore!

I mean, for the sake of all that is holy, WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO GET SICK?! It's driving me up the wall, because I get sick almost every other week and I'm fed up with it. I am seriously beginning to consider that I was cursed or something. I want to go see a doctor and find out just what the heck is wrong with me because I'm sick all the time. It interferes with everything: school, exercise, hanging out with my friends, and I am so goddamned tired of being sick. I feel like shit two-thirds of the time.

Another egg

Dad's B-Day!

Well, today's my dad's birthday. He's gonna be ** years old! I was in charge of making the icing and actually applying it to the cake, but it turned out to be as ugly as homemade sin. This was mostly due to the fact that during the baking of the cake, my mom had some trouble getting one of the layers out of the pan and it got all broken, so trying to ice it was like trying to apply gold leaf. It kept. Falling. Apart. It was only with a very generous application of icing was I able to keep it together in the semblance of a cake.

I'm sure it'll taste fine, though. I hope my dad likes his presents.

My dragon eggs

Click on these eggs to keep them alive, please!