12 women... 12 WOMEN!! Mother fucker! While I was going on the bus today, some jerkass that was trying to be nice by letting 12 women go on in front of him. I was right behind him. He said "You can go ahead." at first I thought he was talking to me so I approached the door, but noo "Let the ladies go on first," he said with a crazy look in his eyes to me. The look that would have killed most men, if they weren't so damn strong as myself. Eyes that said "Don't fuck with me." So then the 12 women went in front of me, even though I was the original 2nd person in the line to get on the bus. I hate these "old-fashioned" types, especially in situations such as this. What about equal treatment? Huh? You got an answer for that, fucker? Women had to come a loong way to become treated equally as men, but there you go brining them back down to the slaves of the kitchen they once were "Letting the ladies go first." Then, since there was 12 women on the bus, I had to experience what my african-american forefathers had to go through by sitting at the end of the bus. If I weren't in a Rapid bus, you know, those buses that looked quite sleek when they started the line, now they look like people use them as a piece of toliet paper, some parts clean and some parts just covered in shit, anyway, if they didn't have that third door... I don't know what I would do.

Camping trip shamping trip... I used to be a cub scout. I got all the way to a bear rank, I did. Although I left the cub scouts. It seemed like a cult to me. Such as most religions. Did you know that I am a prodistant? Hell, neither did I until I thought about it, but here I am. It all happened during a youth group thing that my old friend Michael brought me into... I hated him ever since. After the fun and games, it was time to pray to Jesus or some guy. "Everyone bow your heads. Thank you. Now, those of you that are just joining the church for the first time, please raise your hand." Now, at first, I didn't raise my hand, but then Michael told me to do it, the bastard. "Thank you, now those who raise their hands, please come with me. In to the... room." "Dear god!" I thought, "What's going on here? The room? Why did he have to say it like that?" I didn't know.

"Thank you for coming here." said the skinny white boy with the white t-shirt and kaki shorts.
"Do you accept Jesus as you lord and savior?"
"Uh..." I said.
"Do you?"
"Why?"
"Because Jesus died for you."
"What kind of moron would do that? Just for another person he didn't even know that well?"
"Because Jesus loves you and everyone. No matter what they did."
"So... what your'e telling me is that Jesus loved everybody?"
"That's correct."
"Hitler?"
"Uh... yes, even Hitler."
"HITLER?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"So your'e telling me that I could go kill thousands of people and Jesus would send me to heaven when I die?"
"No, not exactly."
"But I thought you said that Jesus loved Hitler, so Hitler went to heaven, right?"
"Do you accept Jesus as your lord and savior?"
"I guess, if even Hitler got into heaven."

And so, I am a prodistant for some reason. I guess the offer seemed good at the time, but now... I don't know. What would Jesus drink? Coca-Cola. You hear that, Kell? Jesus likes "hot drinks."

What happenened to me? That was a pretty good essay thingy-ma-bob... I just don't know what the hell happened to me... I know now! Anger! Anger fuled my writing, just like that Maddox fellow. I'm too mellow about some things now. Like, the other day, some bitch was trying to help me with... hrm... nothin'. Yeah, need people to piss me off in order to write about them pissin' me off. I need to change back to my old ways. The young Chris would have gone out of his way to go past a redneck that seemed like he was going to yell at him for stealin' his bike and wrote up somethin' good about it... maybe. Why should I even bother with this blog crap? Hmm.