Squee!!

I found my Bible (mentioned in an earlier entry). Now if I can keep from losing my mind. ;)

Faith-FULL?

It's been a long time since I've written about anything spiritual--the things that matter to me most. For that, I apologize.

Lately, I've been thinking about joining a church. I've got one in my crosshairs. We'll see how it goes.

It's so weird...Confronting this spiritual struggle inside...

But I crave clarity in my life. And the times when I've been at my best--even when circumstances were at their worst--were when I attempted to maintain some sort of spiritual focus. Which is easier (or harder) to do than you think when you don't have a regular home church to attend.

I have a Bible. Actually, if you count the ones I have at my Mom's house, I have several. Right now I use a NLT Touchpoint Bible. I'm kind of pissed, because although I love it to death, I cannot find my King James Version.

It was black. It was leather-bound. It fit in my purse, and I bought it to Toronto expressly so I could read it whenever, wherever. (A Bible makes for great subway reading. Of course, I live within walking distance of most everything I need...)

*frustrated sigh*

I know the atheists out there might think I'm talking about nothing. But to me, that Bible was really something. Wherever the h-e-double-hockey-sticks* it is.

Grrr.

*And no. I don't feel like swearing. I'm writing about my Bible for Pete's sake. :p

Damn U2.

I was in Yorkville today checking ChIndigo for a novel. (I have to complete an English assignment over the holidays.)

Somehow I found myself in HMV.

I still covet Jill Scott's latest...But I stumbled upon a new love.

U2's latest, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb.

*squee*

They had me back in the day with "All I Want is You", and their other hits. But this album...?

I can tell How to Dismantle... is a keeper. I heard to 3/4ths of "Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own" at one of their CD preview stations. That song...Something about it touched me. It was like...a musical embrace.

I *heart* U2.

Dammit.

Why do they have to torture me with their quiet brilliance?

"Christianity. Two-thousand years of bullsh--."

So said the bookseller at the second hand bookstore I visited today.

It took everything in me not to stroll over and engage him in some cleverly crafted conversation, designed to educate his poor, unstimulated brain.

Dammit.

Who am I kidding.

I wanted to kick his...Er...To give him a piece of my mind.

But then I realized that those pieces are far too precious. Especially what with it being the end of the term and all. ;)

ChIndigo may be expensive. But at least their employees know enough not to talk trash about something they obviously know nothing about.

Nothing New

I'm sorry I haven't written anything substantial lately. Contrary to my recent content, I've been contemplating a lot of serious, spiritual life issues.

As for how I'm doing...My life is not yet a shambles. Rather, it's a whirlwind.

Whatever you do...

Do NOT buy Covergirl's Outlast Smoothwear lipstick in "Copper Satin". Especially if you are a woman with a milk chocolate complexion, such as I am.

That is, of course, unless you like having your mouth looking as though it's been taken over by some sort of evil, craptastic, penny gone mad.

Somewhere along the line, I started to loose my head. I have become "girlie". Or at least, more "girlie" than normal.

This isn't good, folks.

The next thing you know...I'll have a boyfriend. ;)