1073

Hmm. So I made this blog because my other one is basically more like a diary... and filled with boring TDL's that nobody wants to read. So here you go, something mildly amusing?

By the way, 1073 spells "love"... almost, sort of. Squint, tilt your head, whatever you have to do... it's there, I promise.

My head hurts. A lot. And it's worse when I start moving. It's been pounding for three weeks as of tomorrow. My throat hurts as well, and my neck aches. I get dizzy too out of nowhere, my ears pop, and I'm very tired... the latter not being that bad, because it means I've been getting at least 5 hours of sleep a night all week (three cheers! That's a Dani First!) Normally I'm pretty sensitive to Tylenol and the like, and I'll still take children's medicine in the amount that a 10 year old would take, but this sucker isn't going away for anything. I haven't taken anything this weekend, trying to give my body a break from all of the Tylenol I've been taking just so I can function at school. For some reason my parents are anti-doctor, so that's pretty much out of the question, no matter how sick I get. I haven't had a check-up since I was in the 4th grade... that was 8 years ago? So this weekend I spent resting, hoping some relaxation would help whatever this strange head cold is, and I ended up finishing the second book in the Twlight Series, New Moon, instead of doing homework. Now it's 10pm on Sunday night and I have a Spanish test tomorrow. Senioritis?

I broke my year and a half record of not cheating on Friday. Bummer. It can be justified though... sort of...

On a lighter note... Sunday School started today! Normally I hate change, but I kind of like this new system of being split up into different individualized classes with different academics. We're doing a unit called "Countering Culture" which is interesting, because that's always been a big battle of mine; wondering how are you supposed to tell 4 billion other people that they're wrong, and you're right, when you have no more proof than they do? I've always wondered if I'd be a Bhuddist or Muslim instead if I lived in India or Saudi Arabia... Side note: I became a Christian on the 7th.

I used to ask questions... a lot of questions... nobody had any answers for me, and quite honestly, they must have been annoyed, but of course I didn't realize it at the time. There's a kid, JC, who at best I can describe him as the Official Bible Thumper of IB. He's one of two black kids in my class of IB students, and is always out to "prove" that Jesus was black; most people will say white, even more will not care (he was Middle Eastern, buddy, he's brown.) So somehow we went from a debate about the skin color of Jesus (brown), to if people who say GD or who are gay go to hell (negatory), to unforgiveable sins (denying Jesus as Lord), to who decides what an unforgiveable sin is (seriously? God), to the validity of the bible (the rest really doesn't matter until you have this one figured out). I somehow found myself pittying all the people I had sent questions to, knowing exactly what they felt like when there was a kid sitting there who just wouldn't take an answer for what it was. Long story short, I ended up offending the kid when I told him that he should check what he really believes about Jesus if he thinks he's the Savior yet doesn't forgive all sins, and JC started bringing in Pagan sources to prove his point and declared himself the "winner" of the debate... there's so many things wrong with that... just no...

I think some Spanish flash cards are calling my name...