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Flink's going to Hell.
Can't stand days that begin really, really good and end with someone you know telling you you're going to Hell. If anyone's wondering why that happened, just read the last part of this. If you're interested and want to know everything else, read away.

Today started out good. School was fun. Joking with friends, including this one guy who is awesome. Got to eat Dairy Queen, their burgers suck but their fries and Moolattes are awesome. So that was good. Flink got to sleep in the van on the way home because Flink's mom didn't feel like letting her drive since it was raining.

Home was cool, the time Flink was there. Flink and her family left for church. That was cool, a bit creepy, though. The lights went out and they went PSYCHO! Flink means PSYCHO. They were all yelling and screaming and many of them apparently thought they were talking in tongues. Sounded like one guy was singing MmmBop, if you ask Flink. Another guy was singing another song and this one guy Flink swears he was singing the La Bamba. But yea. That wasn't half bad. Flink went deaf, though. Or should be, considering how loud they were.

Then they wanted everyone to hug and shake hands. Flink doesn't mind hugging anymore, not as much as she used to. But shaking hands? Flink's hands sweat too much. Flink knows it's gross, if Flink could, she'd stop it, but Flink has no choice, it won't stop. But this one lady wanted to shake hands. Flink tried to get out of it, but she insisted. Then she went, "EW!" And went on about how Flink's hands were so sweaty. Flink just had to get out of that church and away from those people. They were beginning to get on her nerves.

Then they got home. Amanda (Sister-in-law) was on the computer, Danny (Stepbrother) was watching TeeVee on one TeeVee then Flink's brother and Flink got stuck with the other one. He turned it to Gospel. Now, Flink doesn't mind it if it's certain types. But not -that- type. It's so dull and not at all appealing. So Flink asked him nicely to turn it. What's he do? Freaks out and tells her she's going to Hell. Now, that wouldn't be so bad if he didn't say it to her repeatedly and that he prays her children are mentally, physically challenged or some other horrible thing. And it hurts. Flink's not that mean to him. Then when she's crying and telling him to stop saying it he starts LAUGHING! Trying to say it was a joke. THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU ******** JOKE ABOUT, DIPSHIT!

Now Flink's waiting on three tylenol PMs to kick in. Should have taken more. >.< Flink doesn't want to go to school tomorrow. Flink thinks she'll end up pulling her hair out with how sucky things have been lately. Well, not really all that sucky. Most things have been great, but some things haven't. Like every single guy Flink's started liking either disappeared from the face of the Earth or meets some new chick and falls for them. Then forgets that Flink exist.

Then there's Flink's friend who says he's been trying to ages to get Flink to date him. She doesn't like him in that way. She just wants to be friends. But she's not going to use the whole, "Let's just be friends" line because that would kill the friendship and knowing Flink's luck after she says that she'll start having feelings for him and then things'll just be dead anyways.

And Flink is realising once again that school is her escape. Flink doesn't know what she'll do when she graduates. Pray she gets a job before she does, probably. Because then, when she graduates, she can dedicate her free-time to it and tell her family to ******** off. Or at least those who tell her she's going to Hell.






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Deciare
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commentCommented on: Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 07:10am
I thought I read this journal earlier tonight, but what I [i]actually[/i] read was the one before this one. And I thought that one was bad. ._. What can I say? Your day started out great. I would personally even have indulged at the panic and chaos at church because I'm weird like that. ^_^ But then, the person who insisted on shaking hands with you had [i]no business[/i] telling you that your hands were sweaty. Someone once told me about how she didn't like having sweaty hands, how it she thought it grossed people out and didn't like shaking hands because of it. I asked her if she'd actually been [i]told[/i] that her hands were gross because I believed that no one would be so indecent as to insult a normal genetic trait that she couldn't do anything about. Apparently, some people [i]do[/i] have the nerve to insult something so small. :x It's like telling a person with disfigured hands [size=9](there was someone like that at my middle school)[/size] that her hands are shaped funny. It's something that you [i]do not say because they know it, and the truth hurts[/i]. >.< What's wrong with the people who like to point out things that are obviously sensitive subjects? And as for your brother telling you what he did... That was sick. Listen to me, Flink. You are [i]not[/i] going to Hell. [i]No[/i]. You're one of the nicest, most understanding people I've ever met. There's a [i]long, long[/i] lineup of people who deserve to go to Hell before you, and you're going even going to be part of that line up. I [i]will not accept[/i] the possibility that you will be anything but rewarded for this life. Strong faith can make a mere possibility an inevitability. [i]I[/i] will see to it that you get what you deserve with [i]my[/i] faith, so don't listen to that hypocrite of a preacher wannabe. And your children, should you choose to have any, will not be cursed. There are people who are born imperfect--indeed, perhaps no one is born perfect. I know for a fact that I'm not perfect. But these are accidents or even gifts that we don't yet understand, not curses. I do not believe that God willfully inflicts curses on [i]anyone[/i] who has not shown they deserve it. You don't deserve it. Your children don't deserve it. Be at ease. People who speak of curses and damnation are far from God. Don't let your family's close-mindedness get to you. As you've suggested yourself, you aren't their doll to play with. Be proud of who you are. It's people who are exactly what they are told to be who need to worry.


commentCommented on: Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 07:11am
Duplicated comment. The system said it didn't submit because I exceeded the character limit, but the comment saved anyway.



Deciare
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Deciare
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commentCommented on: Wed Jun 14, 2006 @ 07:14am
Rawr, duplicate comment again.


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