Today has been massively unsuccessful in terms of my to-do list, but pretty great otherwise.

I filled my scrips, got what I need to set up with a therapist here, got an application for Dunkin Donuts which is literally thirty seconds from the Salvation Army, took a very satisfying nap, did some laundry, took a long walk with Julia and found out that the Sunoco station about a mile away is hiring (which works now, but may suck hardcore in winter), and now I'm going to settle in to watch the debate and eat candy. :3


My dad said something in the car that made me think. "If the kids of alcoholics sneak out and drink, why don't pastors' kids sneak out and read the Bible?" Well, aside from the fact that drinking is illegal for kids, it's really a mindset thing.

One of my big problems with Christianity is people's insistence on using translations that are archaic. Even the NIV isn't easy to understand. It's just not good reading, mostly. My dad sometimes preaches from a new translation called The Message, which is written in modern terms, comprehensible patterns-- more like the letters and sermons that make up most of the New Testament would have been understood by people in the days closer to Christ. It's a direct translation, rather than the telephone-second-hand style of KJB-NIV-etc.

So. Partly to appease my father, and partly because, hey, it's not the book I have a grudge with, it's the people who interpret it in order to be narrow-minded and cruel, I am reading The Message. It's only the New Testament, Psalms and Proverbs, but Dad says there's a similar translation for the Old Testament. The Old Testament has some really fantastic stories in it, it's just horribly dull in formal stilted language. Maybe this time when I read the whole Bible, I'll actually do it for enjoyment and not out of duty.