so of course that song's playing when i get in the car. field mob's 1st album. i cant put my hands any higher.
yesterday i found out i need a cosigner for my student loan. this after weeks of thinking the one i had was approved. so now i'm behind. what's really effed up is that i cant apply for the hope grant unless i get a student loan in line.
school starts in 11 days. i really dont think i'll be going. besides the fact i'm still trying to get my money stuff in order, there's a $250 late fee. i'll be damned! i.no wait three months, cuz i dont have that kind of cheese.
my mom just left her job. they're being sued for misappropriation of funds. they didnt find out until a lawyer called and my ma picked up the phone. they were just gonna lead everyone to think everything was fine until the company was gone.
so i'm the only person in the house with a job. sigh.
when will people give me money just for being cute and needy?
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
holla.
remember that episode where will and grace have that wierd neighbor ned and grace mumbles at him so she doesnt have to commit to him?
scene: me on the train writing my entry on ethnicity which i wrote already and managed to mysteriously erase from my phone) i'm annoyed at trying to remember what i wrote.
him: hi.
me: mmmhmm
him: what's your name? (i shrug) oh you dont have a name? (i say nothing) where you going?
me: work.
him: oh yeah, where? i'll come buy something. (i stare into my phone) where you work?
me: i'm not going to answer you so stop asking me stuff.
him: i'm tryin to be nice.
me: that's ok. you dont have to do that.
this is what happens just about every time a guy tries to holler at me. the problem is not that they holler, its that they dont know when to stop.
i asked two different women if i was wrong. clearly i wasn't in the mood to talk, but if just kept on trying! he could have moved on to another, more eligible woman rather than keep trying to break down this steel wall of what is apparently rudeness.
it is not rudeness. what it is is a hint. i'm not single. i'm not interested. i'm not at your level (way above it). sooner or later you will come across the fact that i have a boyfriend, plenty of regular friends, and am so much better than you that it will hurt your heart. kesi calls me bad for self esteem. and he's glad i actually like him. i just dont believe in wasting time. especially my own.
so... next time you get ignored by a pretty girl on the train, move on.
holla.
scene: me on the train writing my entry on ethnicity which i wrote already and managed to mysteriously erase from my phone) i'm annoyed at trying to remember what i wrote.
him: hi.
me: mmmhmm
him: what's your name? (i shrug) oh you dont have a name? (i say nothing) where you going?
me: work.
him: oh yeah, where? i'll come buy something. (i stare into my phone) where you work?
me: i'm not going to answer you so stop asking me stuff.
him: i'm tryin to be nice.
me: that's ok. you dont have to do that.
this is what happens just about every time a guy tries to holler at me. the problem is not that they holler, its that they dont know when to stop.
i asked two different women if i was wrong. clearly i wasn't in the mood to talk, but if just kept on trying! he could have moved on to another, more eligible woman rather than keep trying to break down this steel wall of what is apparently rudeness.
it is not rudeness. what it is is a hint. i'm not single. i'm not interested. i'm not at your level (way above it). sooner or later you will come across the fact that i have a boyfriend, plenty of regular friends, and am so much better than you that it will hurt your heart. kesi calls me bad for self esteem. and he's glad i actually like him. i just dont believe in wasting time. especially my own.
so... next time you get ignored by a pretty girl on the train, move on.
holla.
Monday, June 26, 2006
you have that ethnic look.
have you ever heard that? i have. my friend kyle said that to me when i told him about my heritage. i'm cape verdean.
for those that dont know, cape verde is a group of islands off the coast of west africa. my grandma's parents were immigrants. i'm 1/4 from there, 1/2 south carolina creole and 1/4 whatever my people from rome, ga are.
but back to my story. people tend to get this, "oh, that explains it" sense of clarity when i tell them of my family history. apparently i dont look like the average black girl. africans ask me how long i've been in america. when i start speaking spanish it really throws them off.
honestly i dont know what i am racially. the islands were a major port for the slave and spice trades, as well as refuge for people run out of their home countries. think of a country. make it real obscure. yep, they were there.
so ethnic is right i guess. generally ethnic. i have my theories as to my heritage: my grandma said her grandma was a jew, so we could be spanish- they fled during the inquisition. i think i look ethiopian, but i'm the only one who does in my family.
i philosophise that since i am so racially mixed i should be accepting to all other races and cultures. i may very well be insulting myself and my people. i think that african americans- the ones born here- should be mindful of that theory because we really dont know where we came from originally. not to sound all "world peace" or anything, but it could make us better people.
did i mention my boyfriend is french? our kids will be so hot.
for those that dont know, cape verde is a group of islands off the coast of west africa. my grandma's parents were immigrants. i'm 1/4 from there, 1/2 south carolina creole and 1/4 whatever my people from rome, ga are.
but back to my story. people tend to get this, "oh, that explains it" sense of clarity when i tell them of my family history. apparently i dont look like the average black girl. africans ask me how long i've been in america. when i start speaking spanish it really throws them off.
honestly i dont know what i am racially. the islands were a major port for the slave and spice trades, as well as refuge for people run out of their home countries. think of a country. make it real obscure. yep, they were there.
so ethnic is right i guess. generally ethnic. i have my theories as to my heritage: my grandma said her grandma was a jew, so we could be spanish- they fled during the inquisition. i think i look ethiopian, but i'm the only one who does in my family.
i philosophise that since i am so racially mixed i should be accepting to all other races and cultures. i may very well be insulting myself and my people. i think that african americans- the ones born here- should be mindful of that theory because we really dont know where we came from originally. not to sound all "world peace" or anything, but it could make us better people.
did i mention my boyfriend is french? our kids will be so hot.
Friday, June 23, 2006
the joy update...
1. lauren will be here wednesday. i call a monopoly on wednesday so we can go to the movies.
2. if someone offers you something, dont say, "yes, if you have it." if they didnt have it, why would they offer it?
3. there's this song i liked when i was younger called "the one." i used to think it was a happy song, but now i realize its not. here's part of a verse: "I slave the day away, giving you all i can, ready to reach new lows, dying to wash my hands." wow.
4. i decided to sleep under my own covers last night because i almost beat up kesi monday night after he kept stealing the covers from me and waking me up. i slept through the night but we didnt sleep very close to each other. i felt a little lonely...
5. a crack head said that anyone who didnt think i was beautiful was a fag. i was scattered- scared and flattered. he should know though, that gay guys think i'm hot too.
6. read jamiel.blogspot.com. the girl's a genius. that is all.
2. if someone offers you something, dont say, "yes, if you have it." if they didnt have it, why would they offer it?
3. there's this song i liked when i was younger called "the one." i used to think it was a happy song, but now i realize its not. here's part of a verse: "I slave the day away, giving you all i can, ready to reach new lows, dying to wash my hands." wow.
4. i decided to sleep under my own covers last night because i almost beat up kesi monday night after he kept stealing the covers from me and waking me up. i slept through the night but we didnt sleep very close to each other. i felt a little lonely...
5. a crack head said that anyone who didnt think i was beautiful was a fag. i was scattered- scared and flattered. he should know though, that gay guys think i'm hot too.
6. read jamiel.blogspot.com. the girl's a genius. that is all.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
very quiet lives.
i used to think men and women could be friends. now, i dont know.
kesi was my friend. turns out he had a longstanding crush on me. was it just friendship or waiting?
i think the male friend is a rare case. we enlightened women think we are really on to something when we choose to have more male friends than the ones who 'keep up too much drama.' i dont know if we've got the right idea.
men keep up just as much shit. especially if you have a boyfriend already. you talk to them on the phone, hang out, laugh and joke, and if you dont have a secure boyfriend it can get really uncomfortable. is that his plan? does he want you to defend your friendship until the day you and your man inevitably break up and he's left to comfort you right into his bed? think ross, rachel and mark.
and what do we want? a person with no tricks up their sleeves. who wont steal our man. or stretch out that dress you let them borrow. who you can watch a game with and not have to explain what fielder's choice is. there seem to be plenty of women who agree with me, so lets us hang out and forget dudes.
as i said there are rare exceptions who maybe dont wanna do you- as much. a gay guy is always good. also one of your boyfriend's friends or a cousin... or a brother! or how about a friend's brother? a drag queen? what fun to have options.
i have two main male friends. one is a co worker who dates another coworker. his girlfriend is ALWAYS THERE. and looking at her, i'm clearly not his type. the other is more interested in a friend of mine and clearly i'm not his type either. i stick with them cuz they are slightly less interested in my ass than the average man.
i like having guy friends. but i have to remember what one of them said about their own gender: "we lead quiet lives of desperation."
kesi was my friend. turns out he had a longstanding crush on me. was it just friendship or waiting?
i think the male friend is a rare case. we enlightened women think we are really on to something when we choose to have more male friends than the ones who 'keep up too much drama.' i dont know if we've got the right idea.
men keep up just as much shit. especially if you have a boyfriend already. you talk to them on the phone, hang out, laugh and joke, and if you dont have a secure boyfriend it can get really uncomfortable. is that his plan? does he want you to defend your friendship until the day you and your man inevitably break up and he's left to comfort you right into his bed? think ross, rachel and mark.
and what do we want? a person with no tricks up their sleeves. who wont steal our man. or stretch out that dress you let them borrow. who you can watch a game with and not have to explain what fielder's choice is. there seem to be plenty of women who agree with me, so lets us hang out and forget dudes.
as i said there are rare exceptions who maybe dont wanna do you- as much. a gay guy is always good. also one of your boyfriend's friends or a cousin... or a brother! or how about a friend's brother? a drag queen? what fun to have options.
i have two main male friends. one is a co worker who dates another coworker. his girlfriend is ALWAYS THERE. and looking at her, i'm clearly not his type. the other is more interested in a friend of mine and clearly i'm not his type either. i stick with them cuz they are slightly less interested in my ass than the average man.
i like having guy friends. but i have to remember what one of them said about their own gender: "we lead quiet lives of desperation."
Sunday, June 18, 2006
daddy.
is anyone really getting moved by the tiger woods nike commercial? every time it comes on i get quiet. i also wish that we had a video camera when i was little.
so after one particular viewing of the commercial i called my dad. we talked for a sec about what he's doing today (My cousin's having a cookout at the park near my old house) and when he was coming down here (a couple weeks). and why he's moving back.
my dad's moving back to the south. not atlanta he said, but maybe georgia. my mother's happy she has someone to fix our shower. i dont know how my brother feels, but he knew first and didnt tell anyone- purposefully or not.
me? all i can say is i'm happy. when my dad left unexpectedly it was odd and somewhat devastating for me. but now he'll be closer physically to me, and that makes me feel more, i dont know, relaxed. for a person who has essentially had lots of family around all the time, the little that i have down here- friends included- means so much to me. no matter if i see them or talk to them, knowing they are near by makes me feel like i can breathe easy. and my dad- my hero guy- he makes me feel the most relaxed.
so here we are on father's day, and i'm feeling fulfilled. i'd like one day to look back on my life with my father like tiger did and see nothing but happiness, love, and closeness. and i'd like to go buy a video camera.
so after one particular viewing of the commercial i called my dad. we talked for a sec about what he's doing today (My cousin's having a cookout at the park near my old house) and when he was coming down here (a couple weeks). and why he's moving back.
my dad's moving back to the south. not atlanta he said, but maybe georgia. my mother's happy she has someone to fix our shower. i dont know how my brother feels, but he knew first and didnt tell anyone- purposefully or not.
me? all i can say is i'm happy. when my dad left unexpectedly it was odd and somewhat devastating for me. but now he'll be closer physically to me, and that makes me feel more, i dont know, relaxed. for a person who has essentially had lots of family around all the time, the little that i have down here- friends included- means so much to me. no matter if i see them or talk to them, knowing they are near by makes me feel like i can breathe easy. and my dad- my hero guy- he makes me feel the most relaxed.
so here we are on father's day, and i'm feeling fulfilled. i'd like one day to look back on my life with my father like tiger did and see nothing but happiness, love, and closeness. and i'd like to go buy a video camera.
Friday, June 16, 2006
if you leave, i wont cry...
i just got some pretty sucky news today. my best friend, who was supposed to come this weekend, isnt. boo.
what's worse is that she's moving to texas and not staying here when she leaves DC. more boo. i assumed i'd only have to spend 4 years without her.
we dont talk much. we usually text or im each other. besides the random voicemail, i havent heard her voice since i saw her a month ago. but that's how we are. even when we were in the same room our best times were spent not saying much- just writing, singing, sleeping. much non verbal communication.
i'm talking like this is the end. its not. we'll always be best friends, i'm sure of it. it just comes so naturally. but its so odd to not have her around. odd after 4 years. thats why i travel so much. there's nothing else in dc for me anymore. i hope houston is fun.
and so i guess i'll be spending this sunday with my dad or something. blah. i really wanted to see nacho libre with my homie. dont go seeing it without me lady.
ps: i hope whoever soured you against this city leaves or makes things right or never comes back here. i want you to live here again.
what's worse is that she's moving to texas and not staying here when she leaves DC. more boo. i assumed i'd only have to spend 4 years without her.
we dont talk much. we usually text or im each other. besides the random voicemail, i havent heard her voice since i saw her a month ago. but that's how we are. even when we were in the same room our best times were spent not saying much- just writing, singing, sleeping. much non verbal communication.
i'm talking like this is the end. its not. we'll always be best friends, i'm sure of it. it just comes so naturally. but its so odd to not have her around. odd after 4 years. thats why i travel so much. there's nothing else in dc for me anymore. i hope houston is fun.
and so i guess i'll be spending this sunday with my dad or something. blah. i really wanted to see nacho libre with my homie. dont go seeing it without me lady.
ps: i hope whoever soured you against this city leaves or makes things right or never comes back here. i want you to live here again.
17. without a purpose or direction...
maybe i was just better at it than he is: lying and being sneaky. is that really a good thing?
she found a bottle of bacardi under the guest bed. you'd think he knew better- he's seen his drunk uncle, and that man's drunk sons. and his grandma is a recovering alcoholic. so it was fitting that his mother would wake me with her early morning yelling.
he is only 17. and now dad is coming down to take him back to connecticut to stand under his strict (haha) supervision. just in time for father's day. and i was just gonna send him a text.
what's wrong with my family? i seem to be the only one making sense. when i was 17. i never drank. i dont much drink now. and when i did, i certainly never did it in the house. certainly never left proof! gee whiz.
part of me wants to help him be sneaky. teach him how to skip class and still finish his homework. how to sneak people in and out without her knowing. and part of me is happy to have the house to myself.
and so something's inside of him. something he doesnt wanna share and is drinking away secretly. i'm the big sister and i'm supposed to do something. but what?
she found a bottle of bacardi under the guest bed. you'd think he knew better- he's seen his drunk uncle, and that man's drunk sons. and his grandma is a recovering alcoholic. so it was fitting that his mother would wake me with her early morning yelling.
he is only 17. and now dad is coming down to take him back to connecticut to stand under his strict (haha) supervision. just in time for father's day. and i was just gonna send him a text.
what's wrong with my family? i seem to be the only one making sense. when i was 17. i never drank. i dont much drink now. and when i did, i certainly never did it in the house. certainly never left proof! gee whiz.
part of me wants to help him be sneaky. teach him how to skip class and still finish his homework. how to sneak people in and out without her knowing. and part of me is happy to have the house to myself.
and so something's inside of him. something he doesnt wanna share and is drinking away secretly. i'm the big sister and i'm supposed to do something. but what?
Friday, June 02, 2006
i dont even think four people read my blog.
Four jobs I've had in my life:
1. waitress at Mac's (closed)
2. errand girl
3. got damn CVS cashier
4. whatever it is i do now.
Four nicknames I've been given:
1. yoj- lauren
2. "steps"- by my cousins
3. joy-joy- by the redundant
4. bitches aka "jessica jiggles"- by kesi and his crazy brothers
Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. anything with Jake Gyllenhall
2. carrie
3. little mermaid
4. Finding Nemo
Four places I have lived:
1. bridgeport, ct
2. riverdale, ga (wacktown, usa)
3. east pernt, ga
4. college Park, ga- home to gangstas and perpetrators alike.
Four TV Shows I love to watch:
1. lost
2. Good Eats (alton brown is too smart for cooking)
3. The Boondocks
4. dr. 90210
Four places I have been on vacation:
1. cumberland island, Ga- complete with wild horses
2. DC a buncha times.
3. san fernandina. FL
4. St louis. Mo
Four people I could not live without:
1. lauren
2. kesi
3. jabre
4. the guy who puts his name on my paychecks.
Four of my favorite foods:
1. blue doritos
2. anything italian
3. burgah king
4. chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
Four folks who I have tagged:
1. kesi
2. kyle
3. shaany
4. bre
1. waitress at Mac's (closed)
2. errand girl
3. got damn CVS cashier
4. whatever it is i do now.
Four nicknames I've been given:
1. yoj- lauren
2. "steps"- by my cousins
3. joy-joy- by the redundant
4. bitches aka "jessica jiggles"- by kesi and his crazy brothers
Four movies I would watch over and over:
1. anything with Jake Gyllenhall
2. carrie
3. little mermaid
4. Finding Nemo
Four places I have lived:
1. bridgeport, ct
2. riverdale, ga (wacktown, usa)
3. east pernt, ga
4. college Park, ga- home to gangstas and perpetrators alike.
Four TV Shows I love to watch:
1. lost
2. Good Eats (alton brown is too smart for cooking)
3. The Boondocks
4. dr. 90210
Four places I have been on vacation:
1. cumberland island, Ga- complete with wild horses
2. DC a buncha times.
3. san fernandina. FL
4. St louis. Mo
Four people I could not live without:
1. lauren
2. kesi
3. jabre
4. the guy who puts his name on my paychecks.
Four of my favorite foods:
1. blue doritos
2. anything italian
3. burgah king
4. chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
Four folks who I have tagged:
1. kesi
2. kyle
3. shaany
4. bre
My "friend list" is getting smaller...
Once upon a time i gave up on some friends. It was something i cried about. I did it for love- my boyfriend was so insanely jealous about a mutual friend that i had slept with who was still in my life, and in order to keep him i got rid of the friend. Actually it was more than one friend, but one in particular is important right now. It was kind of easy...just ignore the guy. But it was hard too, cuz they noticed i all of a sudden started hanging with different people-'not them' people.
After the guy and i inevitably broke up, i decided to not let anyone who claimed to love me isolate me from people i cared about. Recently i reunited with this frozen out friend, and we began to talk on the phone. We even met once which i wrote about here.
We talked a few more times, and discussed meeting again, but i never had the time and it never really worked out. There were times when i couldnt call, and i would get wierd messages about how i hurt his feelings. Wierd. Once he said he was tired of waiting for me, i started to get a little skeeved. I decided to ask for advice. Kesi said he liked me. Lauren said he liked me. People at work said- ok, you get the idea. And his 'pressure' on me and their general consensus made me feel my relationship was being disrespected. But i also knew he would deny it if i ever told him what i thought was going on.
When i confronted him, of course he denied that he was serious- he wasnt really waiting on me. But i couldnt be swayed. I broke up with my friend again. But this time i couldnt just freeze him out. I've grown up alot since i was 17 and i cant treat things the same. I had this to say.
Were you really kidding? I dont think you were. The whole thing seemed pretty wierd to me. Between that email and the one you sent before saying that i didnt care, there was no indication that you were joking. And you never mentioned it when we were on the phone, though the time i talked to you before i went to ct, you seemed moody then too-kind of mad at me. I dont know what to make of it all but i know that i dont think i can be your friend. Above all else, i feel guilty when i dont talk to you, as if i always have to give an explaination. Its too much pressure, as if i have to try to make this work. I think its great that you found me, but if we were meant to be as good a friends as we were before it wouldnt take so much effort. There's alot going on with me and i'm in a place where i'm comfortable and really like it. I hope you can say the same. I'm doing alot at once in the hopes that i can be who i want to be, and it doesnt leave me much time for other things, especially things and people that i'm not completely sure about. I hope you understand and know that i still carry no bad feelings about you.
And he had this to say.
Look I am sorry to make you feel like that but in all seriousness I was just Joking with you REALLY!!!!!! The only reason I keep going on with that stupid joke is that I thought you knew I was kidding. Maybe my sense of humor is not how you remember but believe me I would never want to do anything to weird you out and another thing is I know you are in a comfortable situation and I would never do anything to jeopardize anything you have. Believe ME. I also do not see why you think it is necessary to get me an explanation its your life you do what you want I dont expect anything from you. Please dont think you ever have to explain anything to me. In addition, what are you trying to make work? We will be friends whether we talk once day or once a year. I not some weirdo who needs constant reassurance from my friends to let me know I alive. One last point what the fuck do mean when you say people your not sure about? If thats what you think then please dont call or email me anymore. Hope you have a good life.
How oddly flip floppy. I havent written him back and i'm not going to. I didnt tell him that i think he has feelings for me because it doesnt really matter. It would only make it seem like history is repeating itself: i'm dropping him for a guy who's jealous. But that's not true at all (lord knows kesi isnt jealous of anyone i've slept with, and has never, not even now, told me who not to be friends with). Its about how i feel, and how i'm too old to be deciphering people's feelings and trying to make a friendship work. My friends and i just click. And i know people grow apart. And when that happens they very rarely grow back together.
After the guy and i inevitably broke up, i decided to not let anyone who claimed to love me isolate me from people i cared about. Recently i reunited with this frozen out friend, and we began to talk on the phone. We even met once which i wrote about here.
We talked a few more times, and discussed meeting again, but i never had the time and it never really worked out. There were times when i couldnt call, and i would get wierd messages about how i hurt his feelings. Wierd. Once he said he was tired of waiting for me, i started to get a little skeeved. I decided to ask for advice. Kesi said he liked me. Lauren said he liked me. People at work said- ok, you get the idea. And his 'pressure' on me and their general consensus made me feel my relationship was being disrespected. But i also knew he would deny it if i ever told him what i thought was going on.
When i confronted him, of course he denied that he was serious- he wasnt really waiting on me. But i couldnt be swayed. I broke up with my friend again. But this time i couldnt just freeze him out. I've grown up alot since i was 17 and i cant treat things the same. I had this to say.
Were you really kidding? I dont think you were. The whole thing seemed pretty wierd to me. Between that email and the one you sent before saying that i didnt care, there was no indication that you were joking. And you never mentioned it when we were on the phone, though the time i talked to you before i went to ct, you seemed moody then too-kind of mad at me. I dont know what to make of it all but i know that i dont think i can be your friend. Above all else, i feel guilty when i dont talk to you, as if i always have to give an explaination. Its too much pressure, as if i have to try to make this work. I think its great that you found me, but if we were meant to be as good a friends as we were before it wouldnt take so much effort. There's alot going on with me and i'm in a place where i'm comfortable and really like it. I hope you can say the same. I'm doing alot at once in the hopes that i can be who i want to be, and it doesnt leave me much time for other things, especially things and people that i'm not completely sure about. I hope you understand and know that i still carry no bad feelings about you.
And he had this to say.
Look I am sorry to make you feel like that but in all seriousness I was just Joking with you REALLY!!!!!! The only reason I keep going on with that stupid joke is that I thought you knew I was kidding. Maybe my sense of humor is not how you remember but believe me I would never want to do anything to weird you out and another thing is I know you are in a comfortable situation and I would never do anything to jeopardize anything you have. Believe ME. I also do not see why you think it is necessary to get me an explanation its your life you do what you want I dont expect anything from you. Please dont think you ever have to explain anything to me. In addition, what are you trying to make work? We will be friends whether we talk once day or once a year. I not some weirdo who needs constant reassurance from my friends to let me know I alive. One last point what the fuck do mean when you say people your not sure about? If thats what you think then please dont call or email me anymore. Hope you have a good life.
How oddly flip floppy. I havent written him back and i'm not going to. I didnt tell him that i think he has feelings for me because it doesnt really matter. It would only make it seem like history is repeating itself: i'm dropping him for a guy who's jealous. But that's not true at all (lord knows kesi isnt jealous of anyone i've slept with, and has never, not even now, told me who not to be friends with). Its about how i feel, and how i'm too old to be deciphering people's feelings and trying to make a friendship work. My friends and i just click. And i know people grow apart. And when that happens they very rarely grow back together.
Amen. i mean, a-woman.
Shani-o asked if we believed the da vinci code was real. I, for one, havent seen the movie or read the book because i felt it was too hyped and with hype comes my deep disappointment, and the phrase, 'it wasnt all that.' but no matter how i deny mr. brown, i still see the personification of God the Son everywhere. And its crap.
In film class, a girl chose the passion as her 'classic movie'. (i chose eternal sunshine of the spotless mind) a muslim girl said that it wasnt right that one of the prophets be seen and played as a character. I disagreed then, but now i feel like she's right.
One day in sunday school, i asked what God looked like. I was told he looks like everyone; We are all made in his image. I still believe this to be true and really dont care what Jesus looked like. Though if you believe the bible, he sure didnt look like an italian.
Lets go back to the begining. To answer shani's question, of course not. To me the whole thing is based on whether you believe that da vinci's paintings of Jesus were accurate. And if i cant believe that he was well versed enough in the bible to know that jesus had curly hair, then i doubt he was well versed enough to come to the conclusion that jesus had a lady friend at the time of his death. This is not to say it isnt possible- there is a whole heapa years of his life missing from the bible, so maybe he did get married- i'm just saying that leo cant get me to that point until he explains to me why he made jesus, a carpenter's son, so skinny in all his paintings. So dan falls short there.
Good premise, but it kind of reiterates the heavy visual symbolism of catholicism.
Cant we get past God as a person and get to him as a part of us? Its part of why people see such negativity in being a christian. Maybe i should start a church.
In film class, a girl chose the passion as her 'classic movie'. (i chose eternal sunshine of the spotless mind) a muslim girl said that it wasnt right that one of the prophets be seen and played as a character. I disagreed then, but now i feel like she's right.
One day in sunday school, i asked what God looked like. I was told he looks like everyone; We are all made in his image. I still believe this to be true and really dont care what Jesus looked like. Though if you believe the bible, he sure didnt look like an italian.
Lets go back to the begining. To answer shani's question, of course not. To me the whole thing is based on whether you believe that da vinci's paintings of Jesus were accurate. And if i cant believe that he was well versed enough in the bible to know that jesus had curly hair, then i doubt he was well versed enough to come to the conclusion that jesus had a lady friend at the time of his death. This is not to say it isnt possible- there is a whole heapa years of his life missing from the bible, so maybe he did get married- i'm just saying that leo cant get me to that point until he explains to me why he made jesus, a carpenter's son, so skinny in all his paintings. So dan falls short there.
Good premise, but it kind of reiterates the heavy visual symbolism of catholicism.
Cant we get past God as a person and get to him as a part of us? Its part of why people see such negativity in being a christian. Maybe i should start a church.
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