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the new possibilities.

Thoughts and more thoughts

So I am putting off doing the dirty, sinful deed that Godga heavily mentions in her song "So Happy I Could Die" to contemplate via my blog about something that always crosses my mind.

Before I begin however I would like to mention that I am taking a Jewelry I class at school right now and it seriously has opened endless doors for my inspirations coming to life. I am beyond exuberant. Before, doing my work was a bit tedious--while I understand this type of work requires intricacy--a bit too tedious. So now, with the proper tools and materials. Its game time!

But moving on. Last night after playing countless hours on OMGPOP with my beautiful best friend Katherine (thanks a lot, bitch) I found myself on a site that I wont really mention for my own dignity's sake. While on the website, I began to ponder just how vicious human hypocrisy can work. One minute you're the all knowing, moralistic individual and the next you've succumbed to the lifestyle/moral values that you once were so against.

It just brings me to wonder how and when these, say, "get out of jail" cards can be played. What I am trying to make sense of is that this website-that-shall-not-be-named was something I looked down on, especially when I discovered my close friend and roommate was giving in to its appeal as well. I still do. Yet I found my self wandering the site for quite some time.

Is why I think I am justified to be on this trashy, synonymous-to-aids, website any different from what my roommate thought? (Granted his purposes were much more...lets just say wild) Am I fully the bad guy or is there any justification on my part? It's funny because lately I've found myself asking these questions for not only this scenario but many (in regards to my friendships, my life as it is right now).

I know it may sound bias, but I just don't see the wrongs I have committed in the past couple months, yet, I have to pay the price and be left alone to contemplate on what I've done. Its a long story but I hope it makes some sense. My friends that I thought would stand by me till the last minutes of time. People that I legitimately trusted who only turned out to be flukes of a person. Its all so..twisted and messy. I guess that's all part of growing up. And I'll come out of it a stronger person if I'll be damned.

I have always strongly lived with the idea that those who are good will eventually get their reward and succeed; But apparently you have to get shitted on a good amount of times before that can happen.

Sacrilegion is the only religion

thoughts?