Is my blog God? I smell heresy…yum!

Well, first of all, I just recently learned that I can’t be a heretic because I’ve not been baptized! No! I thought that there was one thing that the church could never take from me. One thing I would always have to make me very happy in times of overwhelming amounts of Christians and Christianity! And that is my status as a heretic! I’m not quite sure why I’d be a heretic, but I think I probably would be. And I really like the idea, but I was reading for my Intro to Christianity class and I found out that I cannot be a heretic unless I have been baptized, and also that by not being baptized I am, in fact, a part of a separate religion. So now I just need to warn all you Salvationists out there, we are now a separately religion. I didn’t know this. But apparently it is so. Rather depressing actually. I still wish I could be a heretic though…

(Please note that this was extremely sarcastic and joking, thanks to Vatican II I am a heretic again and we are no longer a separate religion. Yay! Thank you Popes John and Paul, you kind of rock! All is well in the world again…)

So anyway, why am I saying my blog is God? Am I testing the limits of my heresy to see how far I can go before Houghton decides to have me assassinated? Am I creating a new religion where my blog is God, and as the creator of my blog (God) would be above God (my blog)? Am I absolutely out of my mind? Has switching from a religion major to a writing major convinced me that my writing is more important than religion? Well, none of the above, other than that I may be out of my mind, but we’re still unsure about that. No, why I am spouting heresy is because I feel I’ve been treating my blog as I treat God sometimes lately. “What?” you say, “How can you be treating your blog like God? You’ve basically been ignoring it!” Well, that’s exactly it. I was thinking about my blog today, and I was thinking about the fact that lately I only seem to blog in the bad times. It’s sort of like only praying and trying to have a relationship with God when life is hard, and then forgetting him during the good times. My blog is not God. Those of you worshipping it should stop. Now. Please. No, really. Stop! Okay, thank you. My blog is not God, but you see the parallel? I only write on my blog when things aren’t going well, either that or just a paragraph along with a comic. So now I’ve decided to write on it when things are going well! Very well! Super, extremely, epically, awesomely, amazingly, Bond violin quartet explosively well!

Yeah, life’s going pretty well right now. Why you ask? Well, it would be pretty lame for me to use so many adjectives and then not tell you, so I guess I will. At this moment in time two reasons especially stand out for why life is going well. The first reason is my classes, and the second reason is…a girl. Why is the girl second? Well, I like to save best for last, so I’ll leave her until the end so that you’re all anxiously awaiting the news. Well, my classes are awesome. I’m thinking I might propose to my Lit. of the Western World Prof. for being so amazing. She might already be married, but I think I’m in love. That class is great. And then there’s my Intro to Christianity class that I mentioned which is nothing short of excellent. The other day we spoke about apologetics and listened to Christian death metal, which is a form of apologetics. Then we talked about heresy and looked at crazy websites accusing every single form Christianity of heresy, and even having the audacity to call Mary as the Roman Catholic church reverences her the Whore of Babylon. I mean seriously, saying, “Your mom” is pretty immature, but this is Mary! Jesus might not be too thrilled with that. And then why I’m most happy this moment, my P.O.W. class. Yes, I am learning how to live as a prisoner of war. No, it stands for principles of writing. It’s pretty much great. I pretty much love to write, and she drops surprise 10 minute reading responses in class that we write in class and I got a 9.5 out of 10 on mine, which made me extremely happy, as she explained that she has only given a 10 twice in her career. My new goal, make that thrice. I’m feeling quite happy about all this.

And finally, what you’ve all been waiting for, the girl. Her name is Jenny. The end. What, you want more? Okay, way to be demanding. She isn’t. Sorry, that’s just a joke for her benefit. Anyway, Jenny is an amazingly beautiful Lambein girl, who if you remember I took, with her roommate, to the dance. And I’ll just come out and say it. I like her. And when I told her this, I learned that she likes me too. This was Thanksgiving that that happened. And so now I’m not sure what exactly we are. We’re not dating in any traditional sense of the word, but we like each other, and are spending lots of time talking and getting closer. So that’s pretty wonderful, and is a really joyful part of my life. Another exciting thing is that she’s coming to Estonia this summer. Which is great, because I love Estonia. Which I think she’s kind of noticed as I gesticulate wildly at maps of Estonia and tell her about each city, the three big islands, and Russia (yuck :-P). But anyway, I doubt any of you would ever pick up on this, so I’ll just point it out, this is the first time I’ve blogged about a girl who I really like. I mean, I joked about Kerli and Amy Lee and pretty countless others, but other than writing about my Amaranth I haven’t written about anyone this way, except for that one time when I wasn’t quite serious and deleted it several hours afterward. The fact that I’m writing this is significant. Just thought I’d point that out. Anyway, I must go now. I hope you’re happy that I wrote on my blog about happy things. I know I am. Cya!