Just want to say.

I'm tired of hearing people criticize faith.

I'm sick and tired of having to listen to your supposedly enlightened and researched, whatever arguments that my faith is ridiculous. I'm tired of having people tell me what I believe. I know what I believe, okay? It is NOT your place to try and put words in my mouth or attempt to tell me what is right and isn't right.

I believe in free agency. That is the greatest gift we have ever been given, whether or not you believe in God. Regardless, we have it, there is no denying that, and you are completely free to say and do what you want. But STOP trying to change my opinion.

You accuse us of being "spoon fed" our beliefs. This is preposterous. I, in no way whatsoever, was spoon fed those things that I know for sure today.

Having faith in religion, in God, in Christ, does not come easily. You say that we take it as the easy way out, so we don't have to explain anything in life. Thats the most ridiculous lie. It is harder, especially in the society and world we live in today, to keep up a faith in our Heavenly Father than ever before. Everyday, people like you chastise, accuse, and belittle us because of our faith. So how is that by any means the easy, convenient way out?

I have come to determine for myself that my Heavenly Father lives, and that his Son lived and died for us. I know this better and with more firmness than anything else I have ever known or been taught in my entire life. I learned it on my terms. I didn't just automatically believe every little thing I was told as a small child. Especially as I got older, and went to college, I had to discover for myself, on my own, based on my own experiences and hardships. Oh, and don't try to tell me that you have to go through so much more than I do. Because its simply not true. Everyone has problems and issues in their life, man. Don't take the selfish route out and blame those around you instead of learning and dealing with it for yourself.

Oh, and how dare you try and take down your own close friends. They love and care for you more than anything in the world, and yet you belittle their beliefs on a regular basis. I don't know how they stand it. Have you absolutely no respect?? They LOVE you, man, and yet you still try and make them change their minds about their most fundamental beliefs by pointing out "coincidences" and "flaws" in their faith. I don't EVER see any of them trying to make you change your mind or beliefs. That's because they RESPECT you. So why can't you them?

I really hope you change your mind one day.

Even more, I hope you decide to stop trying to criticize my faith and come to realize that there is nothing you can do to shake it.

Heh.

I'm slightly amused right now.

I made it into the quotation bar on the side of mormon bachelor pad's blog.

Am I proud? eh. whatever.

Here's the thing:

I like reading their blog. It's funny, and ridiculous, and interesting. And I've always been a nosy person by nature.

The thing is, these two guys stay anonymous. Which I can respect, especially with the stuff they've been posting up there. I wouldn't want anyone to know who I was either.

However, they seem to have let popularity go to their heads with their couple hundred followers, and have discussed making t-shirts and calendars.

Seriously.

Am I the only one who sees this as completely ridiculous? This whole anonymity thing is going to be flushed down the toilet pretty soon if they keep that kind of thing up. But maybe thats what they really want. I don't know... I'm not judging, just observing.

Its a bit amusing... sometimes they seem to react more hormonally to negative criticism than some girls do on their period.

I laugh.

body fail.

Hey. Hey you. Yeah, you, KNEE.

Stop with this random pain nonsense.

I'm tired of waking up with you feeling like you've got a big fat bruise on you and not there being anything there.

No more of this crap, knee. Enough is enough. I Haven't even run on you in like, a week and a half. There is no excuse.

I am NOT old enough to have this kind of old lady pain when it gets cold. So if thats it, cut the crap.

Later.

--Erin

Flashbacks

I just saw Children of Eden performed here at BYU in the Pardoe Theatre tonight. It was intense flashback time.

I cried at the end of the first act... that song always got me when I was in the show, and it still gets me now. :)

These people are so talented... watching this show gave me chills time and time again.

Its made me really think hard. I'm reconsidering a lot of things now.

Dear People of the World.

Take note.
I don't like being called "Ern."
It is not a flattering nickname. I don't find pleasure in answering to it. I don't, really.
Ernie is a different matter. You are only allowed to call me Ernie if you are one of my younger siblings.
I mean, come on. Isn't "Erin" short enough already? Are you too lazy to pronounce both syllables? Do you have something against the letter "i?"
The vowels are offended by your poor attitude, and so am I.

So please, people of the world. I have a name. Its Erin.
If you want to come up with something better, feel free. By all means, have at it. Just make sure it fits my pimpin self, and we'll be good.

Regards,
ERIN.

Classage and whatnot.

I've been signing up for classes lately.
Still don't know what the crap I want to do with my life, but whatever.

In other news, I did sign up for the next level of tap-- Tap Dance Technique 1. I'm sort of all kinds of pumped about it. I really liked into to Tap last year, so I'm hoping I'll still like this next one and won't suck at it.
:D

I've also signed up for Astronomy and the second part of New Testament, and I'm waiting to see if I can get into a specific Spanish class so I can keep that up too.

Ode to Mr. Ryan Stewart, professor of English.

This year, I'm in a freshman english class. Don't judge me. I thought I would need it for my major... that is, until I decided in my quarter-life crisis that I don't want to do public relations anymore. So I'm stuck in this class... But its all good, since my professor is freaking HI-larious. For example.

"In the south, you can say pretty much anything you want about somebody, as long as you say 'bless their heart' with it. For example, "Trent is just stupid, Bless his heart."

"The Western Capitalist Machine... Its like a bus. And Obama drives it."

Another student: "Mr. Stewart, where's that tie from?"
Mr. Stewart: "America."

"I'll make fun of every race in this class. Especially caucasians.... Smug caucasions."

(Giving an example of a simile)
"John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds, who had also never met."

"Refried beans not in a can are sketchy, because you don't know who took them out of the can."

In short, bless his heart. He is great.

Exciting Little Nuggets

So. Kids. What be happening.

I have had a few exciting little expurryences this past week or so. I shall expound.

Last Monday night, I went to FHE and ate part of a cookie. It was all good. We were playing Apples to Apples. I LOVE Apples to Apples. I have three 'trump' cards that are always winners if put down during my turn: Corn, Helen Keller, and the KKK.

Why? These are simply funny with pretty much anything you put them down on. Try it sometime.

So we were playing. I ate a cookie. All was good, until my mouth started tingling, which is a tell tale sign that I ate some kind of nuts.

Bad News Bears.

Why? Eating nuts puts me into Anaphilactic Shock. Basically, this means if I don't down a cubic buttload of benadryl soon, my airway cuts off and... well, yeah.

I pretty much ran out of there to my apartment, and popped a few little pink pills. However, it didn't work as quickly as it usually did, and I tarted to get faint. I called my mom, who told me I should probably go to the emergency room. Fortunately, I got a blessing from my FHE brothers, then was able to gargle with some children's liquid benadryl, which did the trick.

Yep... Hooray for not dying.

Alsoooo, I got to talk to TREY on facebook last Sunday!!
Huzzah for Abrasive BFFS!