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Sunday, September 26, 2004

My life on steriods

It occured to me to think of what my life would be like if it was better. Here we go.

My current life:

My name is Alexander Paul Valencourt
I have two cats
I know and am friends to at least some degree with roughly 1/3 of my class
I work at Hacienda for 6.50 an hour + tips, or 6.75 an hour, depending on which department im in.
I have read every book in several series, and have read various books outside this series
I drive a '95 green subaru legacy with an installed CD player.
I snowboard occasionally during the winter, and can get down the hill
I have some talent in athletics in general but have developped it very minorly
I take Nexium for constant bladder control issues (just kidding)
I am an athiest
I play the guitar
I like the dairy, bread, and fruit food groups (some meat and veggies are ok, but i just prefer these)
I am weird enough to be fun, and normal enough to be accepted

My life just a wee bit better:

My name is Alexander The Great
I have two Lions, two Snow Leopards, and a lemur
I know most everyone, and have hypnotic powers over all of them
I work as a moderator between God and the people, presenting the people's wishes of eternal peace to God and God's wishes of eternal obedience to them.
I have read every book, except that one on Jesus
I dont drive, I teleport, but still own a '70 Plymouth Barracuda and a '01 Dodge Viper. They both have surround sound speakers, wicked bass, and 100 disc changers
I snowboard everyday on my way to work across the whole world
I snowboard, duh.
No more Nexium!!
I am an athiest, despite my daily personal dealings with God himself.
I build my own guitars and they play by themselves, but i still play.
I eat pure Carbon (Yes diamonds)
I dont care what people think of me, and am therefore not classified as normal or weird, I just exist.

Additional Improvements:
I am omnipotent
I am omniscient

I guess i have something to shoot for huh?

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Self-Loathing

I am ungrateful. I know this, and I hate it. I know because I do not have any desire to help my mother in anything, and when she asks, I feel annoyed. I know people who are ungrateful, and I see them as such. I view them with contempt, as if they do not understand what they have been given. I know what I have been given. I have been given parents who love me, a family who supports me, and the means to live the dream life of a teen. And yet I am ungrateful. My parents are throwing a graduation party for me, and I'm throwing a fit because I don't really want one (I dont like being the center of attention). My mother used up an entire week of vacation to fix up our kitchen, and everytime I think of how much effort she put into it, I am sickened that I could have gone out with my friends instead of helping her. I know I could have been a huge help, but I hate the fact that I never offered (except half-heartedly) to help. Even worse, I know I would do it again. How in the hell can I say that and not feel like shit? Well, I do whenever I think about it. I do not respect her, but she is the one who provides me with all the freedom I have. I see how my dad helps out my grandma at every turn and wonder if I am missing that gene. I actually know why I'm like this, but damn, why can I not overcome it?

I'm not going to say don't comment on this one, but as no one can really help me on this one, dont feel compelled to comment if you dont want to.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Belittling my manhood on the basis of some preordained existential requiem

Doesn't that title completely rock? Can you even begin to comprend what it means? Amanda and I were talking and she basically told me that I "could leave", so I got all indignant and started typing things like "what, do you think you can get rid of me on a whim?" and "you discard me after you have used me up, as some sponge of exrement?". I had to come up with one more, so I typed: you "belittle my unmanity on the basis of some preordained exitential requiem?". I actually meant to type humanity, but manhood fit and after careful consideration, i realized that it is a reasonable thought. It is very symbolic and profound, but so much cooler for being so. Anyone got it yet? I'm not messing with you, it makes sense. Think of it in the context of our conversation.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Good times

For a long time, I have tried to think of the best time in my life. For a very minimally less amount of time, I have come up with the answer "when I was 4". When I was 4 years old my parents had been divored for about 3 years, and I lived with joint custody between the two of them. My memories of this time are not extensive, and much of what I remember happened when I was with my mom. At this time, my mom lived in an apartment building in Regency Royale, which some people may know as being very near Putt-Putt. I can remember the layout of the place exactly, with the living room on your right and the kitchen, left, when you opened the door, and as your proceded straight into a hallway, you found my bedroom on the right, and bathroom across from it, and mom's room at the end. It wasn't large, but I have great memories there. I played junior monopoly on the floor with mom, I found my easter basket every year behind the couch (despite my mom's objections that she only hid it there once), I tried and didnt like jello, I discovered the beauty of peanut butter banana sandwiches, I road my bike in front of the building, I watched my mom on TV in her 1st commercial for the bank, and I got my first bar of soap for calling my mom a "bitch" (lol). I probably spent more time than just my 4th year here, but it seems like a great time to have been a kid. Me and mom had fun, and I didnt have any problems.
I now look back at that time with fond memories, but as of late, I think my life has improved. I have so many friends than I have ever had before (if I dont screw it up by not visiting them on their birthdays), school isnt too bad, I can go wherever the hell I want whenever I want, I can buy virtually anything I want (how much does a Barracuda cost again?), and I have a whole new experience at college ahead. It is possible that this, right here, is the best time in my life (like right now, whoa). I can even come reasonably close to playing the "money for nothing" intro on my guitar, sweet. I beat michael in magic while he was drawing seven cards each turn; that is a mtg miracle (j/k michael). There are so many cool things happening right now. The snow season is even quickly approaching, and snowboarding is the best in the world to do. Does anyone else see what we have here (I'm referring to the people of my generation, not the 50 year olds who want to reminisce)?

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

A Theology Thesis - This is a long one folks

Tonight, I had a very interesting theological discussion. Throughout the discussion, held with my father and step-mother, I presented my view of God and Christ and such, and together we came to a general consensus. Basically, it is entirely possible that everything about the Catholic faith is made up. Possible - just a possibility here, dont start freakin' out. We talked about how Jesus could have just been this great guy, kind of like gandhi, and as word of him spread, his actions and feats became more and more exaggerated. Ever played telephone? By the time the story is told on the other end of the line, it could be COMPLETELY different. My point is that the story of Jesus was passed on by oral tradition for years before it was written down, and how many retellings would it have gone through? By the time the gospels and New Testament were written, Jesus' "great guy" status could well have been exaggerated to "God", and his actions turned into miracles.
I am not here to shake people's faith. I just have serious trouble with the whole "existence of God" thing. Does this make me an atheist? Probably. It has occured to me many times that people simply invented God to ease the idea that they cease to exist after death. What proof is there that an after-life exists? Why is the idea of Heaven/Hell anymore believable than Reincarnation? What makes Christianity anymore of a legitimate religion than Buddhism or Hinduism? Is it because Christ came and enlightened us? I still think that maybe Christ was just this great guy who went around teaching people to be moral and helping people. I looked in the Bible tonight after hearing that Adam and Eve had a third child, Seth. I searched for him, and boom, there is Seth. I had never heard of him, after 13 years of religious instruction. It turns out that Adam lived to be 930 years old, while Seth lived a scant 912 years. While it occured to me that these are exaggerations, if it were not intended to be viewed fundamentally there would be no 18 year difference. Why couldnt the Bible just say "and both Adam and Seth lived to be very very old"? This evokes the question inside of me: "Is the Bible a work of fiction, or possibly a great distortion of facts"? The Bible makes no reference to the Fountain of Youth, so maybe Adam just lived extra long? Maybe since Adam was so close to God, God gave an extra 800 plus years to Adam and his progeny? "BLASPHEMER!!" some are saying. It just seems a bit unrealistic to me.
I have no problem with Christianity. If I can find an argument that convinces me of everything the Church teaches, I am open to it. I cannot go to school and ask any of my religion teachers (except Fr. Dan, which I intend to do tomorrow) why there are so many problems with this faith of theirs. They would look at my arguments, and have a mid-life crisis. Seriously, some of my religion teachers would not only have no answer for me, but they would be converted to MY way of thinking. A certain one in particular crosses my mind, and she couldnt answer even the simplest of problems from the people in my religion class. All she could do was reiterate her point and hope it in some way burned the lesson into their brain (this certainly does not apply to all the religion teachers at my high school). If this should happen, and I were to see one of the faithful ones, broken by what I believe, my faith would truly be beyond repair. To see a devout Catholic, and one with a degree in theology, unable to explain why it is that their faith is illogical on occasion, would be to lose hope in the doctrine entirely. This is why I could only approach someone who could match my arguments. I need someone with an intelligence level high enough to see what I see, and then tell me what they see.
I dont want the holy rollers to come knocking at my door, pointing out that the Prophets said Jesus was coming, and how many prophecies he fulfilled. I don't want people to come quote me a line from the Bible that completely defeats my argument. My problem is so basic, it lies in the Bible itself along with the most core teachings of christ. These are dogmas I am disagreeing with.

I also figured out why my basic foundation in Catholicism is so rocky, and as I said before, it lies in the Catholic school system. What percentage of school masses seem like Pep Rallies before they begin? Do the students attending really feel the reverance so applicable to a meeting with God? They don't, and it is because they have been numbed to it. Every week at my Catholic grade school, the whole school attended mass twice. Every week at my Catholic grade school, the whole school groaned twice. Nobody wanted to go. It was not a meeting with God for them, it was the observance of the teacher's will over the students. At my first Reconciliation and Communion, I had no idea the meaning of what I was doing. I was SEVEN. At seven years old, I'm learning basic math, and the good Catholics decide I am capable of understanding a great spiritual concept such as God residing in bread? Existing as bread? At my confirmation, I took the name Michael after the archangel (I always did like stoic characters), and stood for two meaningless hours with my beaming family. I almost considered not being confirmed, but the pressure from my family and friends all seemed to say: "Just do it, it will satisfy them". Going into the ceremony I knew it meant nothing to me, but hey, now I'm a TRUE Catholic. Like so many other people I know today, I was the embodiment of a spiritual facade.
Pep rallies at my high school involve everyone congregating together to celebrate a sport, while masses involve everyone congregating together to celebrate God. Which one receives more enthusiasm from its audience?