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boys, caffiene, and mormons 3-12-'o1: as we go to get a pop, bobby runs sheli down with some money. "what kind do you want?" she asks. "a....uh....a root beer. but if it's not barqs, don't bother with it. get me a dr pepper instead." bobby is mormon, but he still goes for the caffinated pop. i wanted to kiss him right then. too bad he has a girlfriend back in tex-ass and i'm ugly anyway. speaking of religion, i told an interesting anecdote the other day. i was raised mormon, for the most part [ the other part i was raised catholic ]. one incident can prettymuch sum up my entire experience with the church. i was at sunday school...i couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. our teacher had set up an interesting lesson about learning to trust God to lead you in the right direction. she had two clear salt-shakers...one contained salt, the other contained sugar. the idea was that you would choose the sugar if you trusted in God. so she went down the line of kids, and each one chose which saltshaker they were going to take stuff from. when she got to me, i looked at them. i couldn't remember the differences between salt and sugar, and after a moment of deliberation, chose a saltshaker and had her sprinkle some of it's contents into my hand. after everyone had chosen, we were supposed to eat what we had in our hand to see if we had gone the path of God. i was the only person in the room who got a handfull of salt. inIB music today, ormson obsessed about how he's bought a book that will tell him how to make fuel to run his disel volkswagen rabbit. he says you mix together parts of used vegetable oil, methanol, and lye...and what comes out of it is a cheap, economical fuel he can subsitute for disel in his car...as well as soap. i'm anxious to see if it works for him. the man has guts driving that car in the first place...i know few students, let alone teachers, who drive a car as beat up as his primer rabbit...but now, with the new fuel, i have a newfound respect for him and his car. and in the same hour, we were told about mike's adventure in seattle. see, him and a bunch of friends were at hooters, and as they were leaving, he had to go to the bathroom. when they loaded their three cars, everyone assumed mike was on one of the other cars. they all left...minus mike. mike was at hooters for 4 or 5 hours before kevin came to pick him up. "the food was crappy," mike said, "but the cleavage was nice." i wasn't surprised to hear him say this. i don't think i even blinked. jed got that partridge family song stuck in my head...y'know, the one that goes "i think i love you, so what am i so afraid of? i'm afraid i might be sure of a love that there's no cure of." i've had it stuch in my head practically all day and him singing it every time i was anywhere near him didn't help any. boys. sigh. can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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