it is of the body rather then of the soul
Wednesday, July 14, 2010 / 7:28 PM
Remind me to never get into a debate about virginity with my hardcore conservative mother. Ever. Again. Shudder.
I despise getting into discussions about religion, Catholicism and Christianity especially, or the Bible. Freaking hate it... especially with someone who takes it seriously. I had hoped I could go in this blog without ever going on about it but... no. My Love in Western Literature Class started off with a few sections of a few books in there. Surprisingly, to some of you, I have read most of it... and the more I read, the more frustrated I got.
I'm not gonna pick at it or go into some angry Atheist-like rant about it... nah. I respect the people's necessity for religion... enough to keep my mouth sealed.
You see... I built myself up since I was a child. I developed my character through my decisions with no tangible father figure to guide me and I spent way too much time battling my mother to ever look for her. There was no omniscient presence in my life to depend on... it was all myself, my sister and my books. The notion of God was confusing and destiny (someone else already wrote my life out and knew what choices I was gonna make? No, thanks, buddy. The fact that I have a capable brain makes that completely moot) was almost insulting. My sense of independence sturdy enough, my mind is learned enough and my heart is steady enough to stand on my own - no Bible and no religion to lean on.
I think I'm going to stop there.
Coraline and Caesar were reunited yesterday on my lawn. She gets so anxious in the car that when she shot out of the car, she let out the most frightening growls and barks I've ever heard. And Caesar was being the biggest doofus, rolling all over the lawn, with his big tongue lolling out. It took an hour for her to calm down and let her off her harness... and then they were at it. Wrestling, rolling, yipping having a good ol' doggy time. Carlos and Kim went to eat at her parents' while Angie and I sat on her car on our friend date.
My tattoo's fading a little.
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt
