Alright, so on livejournal.com, where I post ever so often, I always do this thing where I post funny conversations of the day. I'm thinking of just putting them on here instead. Why? No idea. I just feel like it. No one really write LJs anymore, anyway.
Anyway, so these are the kinds of things that make me laugh.
Me: "Mr. Cooper, why is it so hot in here?"
Mr. Cooper: "Because I radiate heat."
That one was actually from yesterday. Today was a pretty lame conversation day, you see. Nothing really interesting happened.
Ever since I've read Pierce in the Darkness by Frank Peretti, I've imagined demons whispering in my ear. It's easier to tell them to go away if you think about it that way. Now that we're reading the Screwtape Letters, I've started thinking that way again. Nicole, apparently, thinks like me. Last night she said, "Do you ever talk to demons?"
Naturally, I was like, "Um... what in the world are you talking about?" Then she explained, and I agreed.
This post is a bunch of nothingness piled together.
We're going to Rachael's tonight, where we'll sin and sin again. I hate it. I really do. I have a choice, don't I? It doesn't feel like I do.
The funny thing is, when you say to someone, "You're gossiping," they get all mad at you like it's your fault. I know this because Jordan tells me that I'm gossiping all of the time, and I always get mad at him. Humans never want to be held accountable for their sins. I know I don't want to be, but I know that's the way things work. When I screw things up, it's my fault.
Gossiping is a funny thing. When you're a teenage girl, it's one of the only things you do with your "girlfriends." You can't get away from it. I gossip every sinfilled day, and I hate it. That's why sleep overs aren't good ideas.
If I gain seven thousand pounds, I'm blaming Rachael and her food for tempting me to eat it...
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