It's Thursday night...

My parents and Grandpa are watching a TV show where every second word they say is "f***." Now, I'm not super offended by that word. I occasionally say it when I stub my toe. I don't mind it being used every now and then for emphasis...but when you can't construct a sentence without using it at least once, you sound stupid, ignorant and rude and I don't want to listen to you.
Matt's watching racist cartoons. That's no better.
My bunnies are outside. Last time I saw them, Peter was once again trying to figure out how to mate with poor Ruby. He seems to know that he's meant to get on top of her, but anything beyond that, he's clueless. He climbs on the wrong way so he's over her head, and she just pulls away and looks at him like he's crazy. Perhaps I should let them watch the discovery channel? Lol.
Therefore, it's Thursday night, and I am hanging out with Missy. I kissed her head feathers and got lip gloss on them though. Ooops. Oh well.
I have a few days off work this week...I wanted to be super productive but I had to take care of Opa today, and do the laundry Mum forgot about. (I live with a bunch of scatterbrains...I recently found cutlery on the lounge room floor, and I stepped in cherry pie that someone dropped on the kitchen floor today. Sigh. I think most cages are more organized than our home!!)
I did manage to do some drafts of applications, and a driving lesson this afternoon...I finally passed 50 hours! I'm still struggling with merging and reverse parallel parking though. Also managed to watch some of the DVDs I got for my Birthday. ;)
I'm going to leave this blog entry with some random thoughts from recent reflection...

Religion is sad. Not faith. Religion. The whole structured thing, the judgment, the rituals, the wars. The use of fear to get people to do what you want them to do. When it becomes like a box you can't see of, and you can't even imagine how somebody could disagree with you. Closed mindedness. The use of violence in Jesus's name. If that's what Christianity is, I don't want any part of it! And while, yes, man is responsible for a lot of it, I don't think the Bible helps. It's very violent. Maybe there are ways to interpret and justify that, but they're certainly not clear to the average person who would pick up the book and read about a supposedly loving God who would yet send people to hell and instruct nations to go to war. I don't believe the Bible is inerrant. I never have, to be honest, but I was recently told that I "had" to believe that, and it really threw me off track. Look, maybe it is. Whatever. I can't do anything to change it either way. But I'm not one of those church going, door knocking, worshipping Christians. I'm just not comfortable with that. It became a part of my life because it seemed like the only answer. But if I didn't believe... and if I wasn't afraid of what my life would be without that belief, I'd walk away. That's the point I'm at right now. If God is really like that, I'd rather that life on Earth be just a wonderful coincidence, not created. With nothing before or after it. It's easy to imagine that religion is simply humans insistence on believing in a happy ending. It would explain why there are so many of them! (Religions, that is, not humans.) I'm re-reading the Shack though, and seriously starting to think it should replace the Bible...it makes a lot more sense and is so much more relevant to a lot of people's experiences than a book written thousands of years ago and translated over and over. Don't get me wrong...I love God and some Christians are great. It's just the vast majority that make me want to bang my head against a brick wall. I think part of my point is that Religion doesn't seem to make anyone happy. It seems to make half of them angry, and the other half feel guilty.
Why is it that when I aim to write like 2 sentences about this, it ends up being an essay? I drive myself nuts.