Warrior Dash.

This.

In 4.5 hours. Who’s fucked? Me. Let’s hope I survive the race…and after.

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Dear Catholicism.

Hey you. Yeah, you. The person who is constantly trying to shove religion down my fucking throat. Get your fucking nose out of your little bible and try opening your eyes to reality. Get out of your head out of that stupid glowing bubble that Jesus has his head wrapped around in every image of the Last Supper. PRE-MARITAL SEX HAPPENS. ABORTION HAPPENS. THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY IS ALL AROUND US. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? Accept it. Embrace it. Adapt to it. Do not look down on other people who take on these “deviating” forms “evils”. Would you honestly look down on a person and their “Satanic” ways because they are classified in one of those categories? Seriously. It’s just plain ignorance. Your old-fashioned view is not only sexist, discriminatory, contradicting, judgmental, conservative, traditional… THEY ALSO DON’T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE. Why? Oh, because, well, it’s 2011 and you need to open your fucking eyes. Please stop trying to impose your religion on me.

For some background information, I grew up as a practicing Catholic. I went to a Catholic elementary school and then I proceeded to go to a private Catholic highschool. I never had a problem with my religion until certain people in my life started to be brainwashed by it. Yes. I believe Catholicism is very cult-like. I do not mind Catholics as people. It’s when they start taking their religion to a  higher, ridiculous level where it starts to completely cloud their judgment and try to impose it on others. For fuck’s sake.

…and they always say that the ones that go to Catholic schools turn out the worst.


Piece of crap blog entry.

As an optimist, I frequently seek the good in people. If you know or have met me, I am extremely upbeat, outgoing, and for lack of a better descriptive, happy-go-lucky. I like this portrayal of me; it’s what I’m known for. This is who I appear and although it might not be accurate of who I am internally, I like keeping up a good front. And hey, I’m pretty good at it.

This summer I decided to take this course on ethics which is a mandatory prerequisite for the practicum program in SFU’s Criminology department. Besides learning about common sensical concepts such as caring, empathy, motivation, empowerment and so on, I actually really enjoyed this class. As I am always on the go, I have been working on taking time out of my day to reflect and just halt thinking about a million things. Along with blogging, it has been really therapeutic as, well, there’s just been a lot going on. As lame as this sounds, it helped me a realize a lot about myself and has inspired me to change.

Change. That can be either a good or a bad thing. Some people embrace change and are able to adapt; to others, it may poise to be a real challenge. I understand that everyone has their own experiences in life that contributes to their own unique makeup which makes it a pleasure when meeting new people. I like to learn from people.  Life is constantly an ongoing learning process. I think it’s great to mix and mingle with people you don’t normally hang out with or even trying new things. I advocate for that shit. But something that I hate is when people misinterpret my bubbliness for stupidity or naivitee. I’m not dumb. Sure, I sometimes make some crazy, irrational choices that challenge the status quo but don’t mistake this for foolishness.

Also, vulnerability. I hate feeling vulnerable. If I open up to you (which only happens to a handful of my close friends), consider it a fucking privilege. Things can get pretty tricky when emotions are involved so don’t fucking toy with me.

WOW. The tone of this entry just changed in an instant. FML. Fuck incompetent people who piss me off.  Fuck me and my inability to transcend how I feel in a blog entry. Fuck this damn final tomorrow morning. Fuck guys because they’re all full of shit. Fuck this weight I’ve been gaining. Fuck this city. FUCK!

I am not PMSing, I swear. I’m really just struggling with separating and clarifying my thoughts lately.