I signed up for this website after hearing about it on the non-prophets radio show, I mostly forgot about this website, but I keep getting friends requests in my e-mail... What troubles me is that all the friends requests have been from boys. I can think of two possibilities as to why this is so:
1) There are substantially more boys than girls on this website
2) My profile is slutty.
I suppose I'm not too worried. I think I'll whine about what's on my mind right now in this entry, and then I'll re-post something from facebook on my next one.:
This has been, by far, the worst semester ever. I have never failed a class before, and I failed *two*. It wasn't that I didn't try hard enough, those were just hard classes that were very much over my head... But I suppose I still learned things. I still did well for me. I still got *some* education from those classes. My parents won't be pleased, but I think it's forgivable.
I had two deaths in my family this semester, and I got sick thrice... One of those deaths was my grandfather. I know people said, "but he was old, right?" as if that makes it better somehow. Yes, he was old, that means he was there for me all through my life, he was there for my dad all through his life, he's been there for my grandmother for more than fifty years. He was the patriarch, the puppet master, the rock upon which we we all stood. So yeah, he "had a good run", but what about us? It sounds selfish, but really, we're the ones who have to figure out how to keep living without him. I think that I've been mourning his death for years. My grandfather was an outspoken atheist, and I couldn't worship a god that was going to damn him to hell forever. I guess it's clear now that I loved my grandfather more than I loved God. His impending death catalyzed my transition to atheism. I actually had the privilege of meeting Richard Dawkins last year and I talked to him about it. He's really a good guy, I think. My grandfather died with my signed copy of the God Delusion in his possession. I still haven't gotten it back, but I'm satisfied with that end...