QUOTE(What @ no bacon?,Aug 13 2005, 04:14 PM)
God, what a shitty day.
I never understood why people who don't even believe in God can use that as a curse.
QUOTE(xrninja @ Aug 13 2005, 05:08 PM)
- oh, and apologies for my absence lately, not that any of you have noticed....my router's been dying frequently, and my dad threatened to rip up my commission piece if i didn't finish it....so i've been busy drawing and rewiring things and whatnot. i'll probably be on more now that the commission's finished; all that's left there is to price it. i wasn't thinking more than $50, but my art teacher was shocked at how cheap that was, and was personally thinking $200+. so i still have some thinking to do there.
I noticed.... Or should I say I completely didn't notice because you're ALWAYS not on. You better have some free time. And how long did you work on this for? Like 2 weeks? I haven't seen it but I imagine 200 is cheap.
- yesterday was....interesting. there was a barbeque at church, and my friend and i arrived a little earlier than most of the congregation so she and the rest of the worship team could practice their songs. as usual, i brought a book and sat in their little partitioned-off section of the room, this time also to escape the smoke from the barbeques outside. before starting their prayer, though, i heard the leader say something like "we're going to do a LOT of praying today." and then, instead of their normal group prayer, they all started mumbling their own....and it went on, and on, and on for the longest time. i wasn't paying much attention at first, since i was engrossed in David Sedaris's "Me Talk Pretty One Day," until i noticed how loud some of the prayers had gotten and that some people were sniffing and crying while praying. it was kind of....weird to be sitting apart and watching in the first place, but my book was so funny that i had to stifle my laughter so not to disturb the solemnity of the atmosphere. so there i was, trying my best to turn my snorts of laughter into coughs while reading about David Sedaris and his French class is trying, in broken French, to describe Easter and Jesus ("'He calls his self Jesus and then he die on day on two...morsels of...lumber.' The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm"), and the praying circle in the middle of the room is sobbing over their gratefulness for God's love or whatever exactly they were praying about. in short, it was....awkward. i'm surprised God didn't smite me or anything.
I can imagine, sitting on the outside of that can be pretty awe inspiring. I'm sorry, but I would have burst out laughing had I read that, even then. I would have loved to know what would have happened, what they would have done had you started laughing uncontrollably. You know God wouldn't smite you, but you know, I bet you would wish he had.