:: Monday, October 14, 2002 ::

"Come out of things unsaid..." (Coldplay)

Everything comes back to porn. The end.
We are pots of boiling lust. The internet is the devil's playground (nevermind that our beloved school blocks everything down to DMB lyrics and "Amélie" reviews). It would be better to gouge out our eyes and cast them from us. We must take a stand against porn! Or maybe we should just go to chapel each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to hear Dr. Carl take a stand against our necessary addictions. Ay.
Today's sermon left me in a rather sarcastic mood. "Satan wants to keep us worms, but God wants to bring us out of our cocoons and make us fly. Don't stay in your cocoon of conformity; be transformed so you can soar! Don't conform; be transformed!" Like a kids-kamp mantra. It should be plastered on a t-shirt somewhere. It probably already is. Is it worth mentioning that worms do not often inhabit cocoons? As Q mentioned earlier, I'm beginning to miss Dr. Del and his "Skinny Dipping With God"... and almost even Bud Austin's "largest erection on campus" speeches.
I'm not bitter. I'm really, really not. But if we're going to be required to go to chapel this often, couldn't we at least get some high-quality speakers? Or just Oreon Trickey every day?

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:: Bethany Bassett - 12:57 PM :: + ::