“I am not young enough to know everything”

On my 100 things to do with my life list, one of them was to read the bible front to back. In doing this, and also with a recent survey I got from a friend, I’ve been wondering about other views of religion, specifically hell.

So I pose a few questions to those of you that may come across this blog:

1. What religion are you?

2. What is your formal and informal education in this religion (do you attend church, were you raised this way, etc.)?

3. Do you believe in hell? If so, why? If not, why?

4. If so, what do you think hell entails?

5. What motivates you to be a good person? Is it the fear of hell, because you feel like it, or because you don’t like getting in trouble? Please explain.

I hope that those of you stumbling across this will answer, because I am particularly interested in random people’s answers. Please post your answers in the comments, or you can email them to me at valeriejump1@yahoo.com.

I’ve figured out just what it is that separates the upper tier professions from those lower. It’s simply the ability to think on one’s feet: fast, without questions, action. Those in medicine, trial lawyers, teachers, and others. Those working at McDonalds don’t have to do this. They have to think quickly when the lunch rush comes, but there are no real decisions. I do, however, recommend that if you ever consider a career in Emergency Department Nursing, working at McDonalds is quite similar (although lives do not hang in balance quite so often).

Back Pain? Shot of Demerol? Would you like F$#@ing fries with that?

Both customers get very angry when you get the order wrong (some like to get violent), and get quite pissed when they must wait. But, at McDonalds…. at least the customer has to pay for his order.

Today was my last day of college. I never have to set foot into an institution of higher education again. Granted, I will soon be getting my masters… but it’s just different. I’ll also be working full time, and won’t have to be the poor college student anymore. I’ll be perfectly satisfied if I never eat at a Taco Bell again.

I would really like to learn how to do that pop and lock dance thing. I’ve been trying while in my house alone, but I look like I’m having grand mal seizures. It just doesn’t look like it does on TV. Maybe I’ll order D-Kwon’s Dance Grooves to show me how. Yes, I have been practicing some sweet dance moves.

I’ve also learned about some new statistics. Lawton, Oklahoma’s rate of Chlamydia infection is a whopping 94% higher than the rest of the U.S. Gonnorhea rates are a stunning 113% higher!! That place is festering with scummy dirty STDs. If there ever will be an airborne version of an STD, it will come from the L. Those of us who were unfortunate enough to have love lives in Lawton are very lucky we didn’t contract something. If you are not from the L, I beg of you, stay away. If you do decide to go there, please take a suitcase of Cipro and wrap it up.

Off I go to enjoy my complete freedom of all out-of-family responsibilities until June 6. Be envious.

I’m enjoying my last month of freedom. In about a 30-ish days, I will be a real live grown up. It’s somewhat frightening when I really think about it. Our whole lives we go to school to prepare for “the real world.” Now the real world gets here, and I’m prepared… what next? I guess the next thing to look forward to is being a Tammy and a Red-Hatter. That should be good fun.

I’ve looked at my list of 100 things I want to do with my life. I’m working on two of them this week. I’m going to read the bible, front to back (including the ___ begot _____ parts). I plan on reading about a book a night. I’m also going to rent Breakfast at Tiffany’s because I haven’t seen it yet and it’s on the list. So on this list I have several things I’ve done before (act in a play, etc.). Should I mark those things off because I did them pre-list? Or should I do them again before I mark them off? I haven’t really decided.

Today has been calm… tomorrow will (hopefully) be as well. I’m afraid a tornado may be on the way, because I live in a place where there is always a tornado coming or going. It will be nice to be in the middle of a desert. I bet the dust bunnies are much worse out there, but at least there are no tornados or hurricanes.

More later!

Frustrating day. It’s funny when you become an adult. No matter how old you are, someone always treats you as a child. When you grow up and are 86 years old, your grandkids and kids treat you like a child. When you are 22, it is your spouse/parent/coworker/instructor. There is always someone who knows the better way to do things, and can tell you exactly how you are royally screwing everything up.

Does it make people feel better to tell you how sucky you are? These people think “hmm… if I tell her how she doesn’t make the right decisions or do the right things, then I will look much smarter and more powerful, because she will look dumb. Sounds like fun!” It doesn’t matter if these decisions are, in fact, right or wrong…. it’s just people fish to find other’s flaws, rather than help, or build you up. These people are toxic… and make me drink too much Corona. I already have a constant voice going in my head, telling me how ugly and stupid I am… now I have a voice coming from the outside as well.

Anyways, off I go on my quest to constantly improve and not be a dumb, ugly girl.

So mom and daddy came into town. With my graduation present. It was a sweet ass diamond ring. And to think I was expecting a palm pilot. What better gift can you give to a girl…. I’m thrilled.

So why is it that girls like diamonds in the first place? They are shiny… that’s nice. I just can’t figure out why, when I see a diamond, I say ooohhhh…. like a little girl. It’s strange. Also, I didn’t really develop a compulsion for diamond-looking until I turned around 21. I liked them before, but I didn’t really care to own any. Now I love them, and I want as many as I can get.

The older you are, the more diamonds you wear. I have a ring on the left, and a ring on the right. I think that is just right. My mom, on the other hand, has diamonds on every finger, and she even wants some for her thumbs…. makes no sense.

My parents really appreciate the gold. They like the yellow sort… but they got me the white sort. Thank God, can’t wear gold. Too gawdy for me. It’s amazing, it’s like they had some sort of diamond pick-out-for-your-daughter guide. I couldn’t imagine a better one, even if I would have picked it myself.

On another note- we went to Zios tonight to eat…. and waited over an hour, before we left and went to Panchos (I adore raising the flag). So it was prom night. There were many young girls and boys, and all the girls looked beautiful. That was until I noticed the selection of shoes. It seemed most girls had the shoes of the sparkly flip-flop variety. WHY DO THAT???!! You spend $300 on a gorgeous dress, and then top it off with FUCKING FLIP FLOPS!! Noooooo… so, so tacky. I guess its a stupid trend. I think they look poor. Ohh young love. Some of them pulled up in a limo, and the next group pulled up in a “party bus,” which is a re-painted school bus with flames going down the side. Fun times. My proms were fun, although two out of four years I went with someone I didn’t care for, but didn’t have a date. They were the “just friends” guys. I gave each of them a sympathy make-out. They fed me beer and paid for my Bennigans, so it was the least I could do.

This blog was fabulously long. I have much more to say, but I must go visit with my family (who brings diamonds). More on the morrow.

Guess which one is female….

Too bad I can’t use arial narrow.

So I am making my entrance into the blogging arena. I’ve heard it is all the rage, and the cool kids are doing it. I’ve decided to blog for no reason other than it looks fun, so I can’t guarantee I will post more than once. Can’t think of any keen observations on life, politics, or religion. I’ve been filling out pre-employment paperwork all day, which has gotten in the way of my Friday underwear-sitting marathon. Ohhh don’t we enjoy underwear-sitting?! I also had to take a pee test for a drug screen. Funny, I don’t do drugs, but I still have a little anxiety about the results. I guess back in those teenage years the fear was burned into me. Maybe when I am 53 the pee test won’t scare me so much.

I went to the olive garden today with a friend, and had a drink…. a very fun drink. I forgot that immediately after the Olive Garden I had to go and get my fingerprints done… at a police station. They didn’t notice (obviously, or I would be blogging from a much more uncomfortable place).

Lastly, I have decided to invent a self-cleaning deep fryer. Have you ever tried to clean a deep-fryer? Nearly impossible. I will soon have an innovative, money-making invention.