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I got assigned my first essay/presentation in my Religion in America class, and it made me all excited. It's homework! What on Earth am I doing being happy about it?
Oh, wait, I get to tell my entire class about Santeria. I can bring in Orisha necklaces and pictures of altars and claim everything is from "anonymous informants" instead of me and my family. I've been studying the subject for years, and unlike my teacher, or that guest presenter we had on Voudun the other day, I have actually been to full-on ceremonies in a few different paths of the African diaspora religions. Even a few ceremonies with birds involved, but that's a secret.
My new home is awesome. My roommate is awesome, our friends are awesome. I'm going to the Handcar Regatta this weekend, which is awesome. I can't sleep, which is not awesome, but I'm coping with that better than I have in the past. That is all I have to say, thank you and goodnight.
PS: I heart this parrot.
Oh, wait, I get to tell my entire class about Santeria. I can bring in Orisha necklaces and pictures of altars and claim everything is from "anonymous informants" instead of me and my family. I've been studying the subject for years, and unlike my teacher, or that guest presenter we had on Voudun the other day, I have actually been to full-on ceremonies in a few different paths of the African diaspora religions. Even a few ceremonies with birds involved, but that's a secret.
My new home is awesome. My roommate is awesome, our friends are awesome. I'm going to the Handcar Regatta this weekend, which is awesome. I can't sleep, which is not awesome, but I'm coping with that better than I have in the past. That is all I have to say, thank you and goodnight.
PS: I heart this parrot.
Reminiscence: I told you so
I doubt anyone will read this who still remembers me from my "glory days" on the Complaints Forum. They were great times! I was in college, and dressed so fabulously, and did a distinctive eye makeup trick people still ask me about to this day. I was so objective and intellectual, so self-loathing. Self-loathing was just the cool, objective, funny, intellectual thing to be! I drank vodka hidden in coke and no-flavor Listerine from waking up until I went to bed, and barely even tried to kill myself! All the racism, the sexism, the homophobia and transphobia, all that shit was so ironic and so funny if you were enlightened enough to be ironic. I had a place where I was thriving, a lovely, cynical place full of 4chan-adjacent humor. Funny thing was, Nazis kept showing up. Oh, they were such friendly Nazis, though! You have to be able to get along with people outside of your ideological spectrum. Everybody was equal on the Complaints Forum! Jewish, Black, Trans, Gay, Nazi, these are all
Devious Journal Entry
>let several months to a year pass
>return to deviantart
>feel peculiar mixture of nostalgia and shame
>holy shit people can change their names now what
>if anyone's still watching me, see you again in a year or so
I am OK, you are OK?
I haven't been on DeviantART in a while, huh? The last few months have just kinda slipped by, and I just had zero interest in checking the forums. Now, I'm remembering just enough to say hello to all my old DA buddies. You exist, and so do I! :highfive:
Last August, I got myself one of those "boyfriend" things everyone has been talking about, and I don't regret it. However, he does take up a lot of my time, and I currently have very little motivation to run around picking fights on the internet. Arguing is a very diverting pastime, and sharpens your critical thinking skills, when done properly, but it hasn't appealed to me as much these past
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I'm tired.
I read about human society and it drains me, drums and hypocrisies leading to war. True breakthroughs are trampled underfoot for the next big thing pop science sensation. Disease we had eradicated return because of fears and rumors about the vaccines, based on one man's irreplicable junk science.
I'm tired of emotion winning the day. A man with words debates a man with facts and the man with words is elected. Debaters of Darwin are steeped in all the fallacies that have been brewing since he published, and trot them all out regularly before an audience. "My grandma was not a monkey" wins the crowds. Facts be damned. The junk and
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Isn't it good when school assignments are more fun than "work"?
And out of curiosity, what kind of awful movies are you watching? I've been in a good mood for bad lately, so this can give me some fun new ideas.
And out of curiosity, what kind of awful movies are you watching? I've been in a good mood for bad lately, so this can give me some fun new ideas.