Birthday

It's also my birthday. Forgot about that. For my birthday I want you all to do twenty push-ups for Jesus, whether you know the guy or not.

Mischief

Been doing push-ups lately. God I love push-ups. Push-ups should be their own religion. People should get together in large gothic cathedrals and praise God through liturgical push-ups. Make them get their communion on the down up. It'd be the fittest religion ever.

"Do you love God!? Hungh? do ya? Prove it, give me twenty!!"

I'd be the best priest ever. Of course there'd be a fundamentalist branch as well that did those push-ups where you come up and clap your hands, or like, one handed push-ups. My regular push-up church would be branded main stream and would gradually dwindle away as people got older and that new upstart push-up church over in the strip mall that used to be k-mart would have like, thousands of people all doing push-ups at the exact same time and in tempo. My church would promote a diverse push-up where you could do your push ups wide or in the middle. We'd even allow that wuse push up where you're on your knees. That other church, those fundamentalist bastards would be all: "Jesus said do it this way!" when in actuality it was probably Paul who probably only implied something, but they say "The word of the lord" anyways. God that's messed up.

Then there'll be those really wacky types who do push-ups for Jesus but like they have snakes involved and everyone wears too much gold jewelry. There's a connection there people.

For sunday school we'll do sit-ups. Something a little more casual of course.

Set fit criteria

About a week ago in the midst of a fit of apathy I finally saw the sky open and the sun revealed. I have sat on my tushkis long enough. I'm taking far too complicated courses at St. Rose to be lying around bending over couches and chairs, conforming to the shape of my laziness. I went about scavengering for a bit of spinal column. My shoes are shined, my bed made and. . .


ok.

not really. But I'm getting there. I pay attention in class and generally am good about spending time on my homework. I ask questions and have designated time for all of my current activities. It's hard to turn everything around on a dime. But my mood has certainly changed. I like the new beginning aspect to school. Each semester gives you a chance not to fall behind. All you have to do is burn every candle in the house and drink an awful lot of black tea. *Shakes fist at sky* I will not fall behind!