"Romero Got Married on the Fifth of July..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

If this is indeed what going mad feels like, I am not charmed.

I continued to be sick most of yesterday, which I am damn sure is from the blood-giving. But then I went to the India Dinner and not only was it really nice, Dr. Pelkey gave me a bowl of chickpea curry of some kind to take home, and it is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten. So that was good! And then there was o.chem, and I actually think I basically understand what's going on in that class right now--also good, since we have an exam next week.

But I am trying to write a paper for religion that doesn't want to happen, and I still don't feel very good. I blame autumn, and I wish I didn't have to.

Also, this weekend is going to be crazy hell.

And my starfruit haven't ripened. That's okay; just having them there is reassuring, because they're pretty, but I surely would like to have some progression in life.

Edit: At several points in the film, Shelby says or thinks, “When I close my eyes, I have to believe life goes on,” “I have to believe the world doesn’t just disappear.” This is very similar to the faith people have in God, the belief without proof or certainty that is almost necessarily part of religion, given that visitation has no scientific corroboration. Shelby knows that every time he goes to sleep he will wake up right back on the day of his shooting. He will lose everything that has ever happened since then, every person he’s ever met, every word he’s ever said between that night and his first waking moment; he can only trust that it’s true that time has passed at all. Likewise, religious people go through their lives sustaining their belief in God, rarely receiving proof other than the testimony of other people.

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He has mapped out the way in tattoo ink on his body, road signs written on the back of snapshots in neat black print.

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. <3