Preemptive Strike

This post will come to you in three parts:
-Ranty Part
-Random Part
-Radiant Part
Here we go.

RANTY PART

So this morning I was terribly bored and feeling rather pissy and pessimistic (also I just felt like telling someone my opinion) so I posted this as my Facebook status:

And then this happened:

And that was just the first five minutes. All day, there has been super comment warfare going on. It got pretty ugly, with the Jesusy ones getting all butt-hurt and the über liberals going into atheist rage.

In all honesty, I wasn't trying to offend anyone. I knew that I worded my statement pretty harshly, and people can agree or disagree, but I think that calling my status downright offensive is overkill. My point here is not that they disagreed with what I was saying, because that's fine and I know a lot of people do, but things escalated because these girls went on to act more and more hurt my statement in order to gain sympathy.

/Engage rant mode
Why the fuck do I get shit flying at me from all sides because I say God does not exist, but when one of my many evangelical friends tries to shove their bible down my throat, I am expected to smile and agree? See, I made a statement, that's all, and I'm getting accused of doing it for attention and shoving my beliefs in everyone's face when there are I-Love-Jesus essays and bible verses ALL OVER my news feed? I don't appreciate being constantly reminded that I am going to Hell because Jesus isn't my lord and savior, but if I got offended and ass-ached every time I got told that, it'd be absolutely fucking ridiculous. SO what the fuck gives these ignorant, hypocritical, holier-than-thou girls the right to bitch at me for posting on Facebook (land of gratuitous bullshit) that God does not exist?! FUCK. THAT. SHIT. I will say what I want, when I want, how I want, and if they choose to be offended by something simple and completely NOT directed at them when I have to put up with THEIR religious crusading, then they can suck my throbbing dick!
/rant over

At the end of the day, though, I had many, MANY more people come to my defense than to theirs. I just sat back and watched my friends defend me and my way of making my statement, and it was cool to know that I'm not alone in this over-conservative, fundamentalist Hicktown.

Still. Pisses me off.

RANDOM PART
Then Lily called me and we went to Boulder and shopped and shared mutual distaste for ignorant girls who like to act hurt to gain sympathy.

I got fingerless mittens! They're very cozy and have little hedgehogs on them.
Side note: If I ever get a pet, I want a hedgehog. Those things are motherfucking adorable!

I love Boulder, it can brighten any foul mood :)

RADIANT PART
After I got home, I watched HP7P1+2. During Part 2, I was taken aback by how emotional it all was. I mean, I saw both of them in theaters, but I didn't cry at the theater. Today, though, I was bawling like a small child for the entire last hour and a half of Part 2. Like, I started crying at the stupidest of things, and then I COULD NOT STOP.

I think I was mourning the loss of innocence that took place (it was very Lord of the Flies) and trying to process the shock as my childhood flashed before my eyes. Then, I started getting re-annoyed with the Facebook situation, and then that began to morph into new-school anxiety for next semester and before long, I was in a full-on HP-induced emotional meltdown.

My brain was basically like, "Let's think over every possible thing that could possibly make you upset right now, then let's extrapolate until we reach critical condition."

Note that this is a rare occurrence; I very rarely think this much about my life.

Anyway, to get myself in a better mood, I cleaned my room.

I think I've told you guys this before, but cleaning my room is very therapeutic process for me. It provides a constructive outlet for my teen angst and allows me to think more thoroughly and existentially than usual.

Essentially, after picking up, vacuuming, rearranging my closet, putting new sheets on my bed, and shining my work boots to a literally reflective finish, I have once again attained emotional nirvana.

After all that, I've decided to pull a Helen Fielding. 'Bridget Jones' Diary' is to this day one of my favorite books of all time. I think it's because I AM BRIDGET (seriously, I think our souls overlap) and I can relate all too well to all of the nutty situations that she has to endure.

Getting to the point, I've decided that I'm going to make New Year's resolutions, eat some turkey curry, and attempt not to go absolutely crazy this coming year.

I love being on break form school, but this is what happens to me when I have nothing to do with my time..
Hoping you had a more stable day than I did,
Julia