Christian Rant for a Second

So for those of you who are reading this and don't know me, this is gonna be really liberal and really Christian. If you're offended, I offer my utmost apologies, but I sincerely hope you can see what I'm saying and not just the stereotypes that go with my faith.

THAT SAID, this might be a bit of a rant.

So I stumbled upon this Facebook group called The Christian Left. And I was like, "Yes! I'm not the only one? This is awesome!" So I started looking through all of their pictures, cuz that's how I creep on things on Facebook. I have no interest in their timeline or anything of that sort. I wanna see the pictures.
SO I start looking through all of their pictures, and most of them are text-base pictures that have something about their message on them, you know. Basically the platform of this group is saying, "Jesus said feed the hungry, heal the sick, and love everybody, so why are the conservatives, who are supposedly the more 'Christian' party, catering to the upper class and perpetuating hateful misconceptions?" and as I'm reading, I'm going, "Amen! Amen! Love everybody, yeah!" and of course I'm a liberal so all the stuff about keep abortion legal and let the gays get married and stuff makes me happy, too. Cuz honestly that kind of stuff that they do in the name of Christianity is just one of my pet peeves. "Oh, it says in the Bible that a man may not lie with a man like he does with a woman? Do you know WHERE in the Bible it says that? Cuz I know where. In the book of Leviticus. Have you READ the book of Leviticus? It's right after Exodus. It also says in the book of Leviticus that if you have a skin rash you need to go show yourself to the priest and quarantine yourself from society for seven days until the rash is gone. Do you quarantine yourself from society when you have a rash? Then why do you have such an issue with gays?" I mean, seriously. I'm not forcing you to have gay sex. I'm not forcing your women to get abortions. If you don't like that stuff, don't do it. Don't infringe upon my right to do as I please. I mean, I don't like pound cake. Am I going to tell you that you're not allowed to eat pound cake because I don't like it? No! Bad example, actually. I really like pound cake. Um, tomatoes. I hate tomatoes. My baby sister loves them. I do not infringe upon her right to love tomatoes. I will sit and watch her eat tomatoes, even though I hate them. MG, vouch for me here, have I ever told you that it is wrong for you to like tomatoes? Are  you going to Hell for liking tomatoes? NO.
But seriously y'all.
Okay, so back to Jesus, because we love people. I was having such a good time looking through these pictures, especially the ones that were really not even politically oriented that basically just said "Guys, Jesus said these two things were the most important: Love God, and love each other." So why do we all hate each other so much? Because we've disagreed about some tiny detail somewhere along the way? Really? Cuz honestly, I don't give a flying f*** (sorry bout that) what you believe in. Jesus said "love thy neighbor." Who is your neighbor, guys? Come on, I ain't talkin' about the people that live on either side of your house. I'm not talking about your sweet cousins and all the nice people that go to your church every Sunday all dressed up nice. I'm talking about the homeless guy on the corner. I'm talking about the people who don't look like you, who don't think like you. Oh, his skin is a different color than yours? Guess what. He's your neighbor. Oh, she's fifteen and pregnant and considering an abortion because she's scared to death of what the kids in high school will say about her? Do you know what that poor girl needs? Not a slap in the face with horrible labels and condemnations. That girl needs to be loved. Yes, she sinned. Guess what? SO DO YOU. Jesus said if you think look lustfully at someone you're just as guilty of adultery as that fifteen-year-old who's pregnant because she made a mistake, because someone told her they loved her and she believed them, but she forgot her birth control that morning, and now that boy that said he loved her won't speak to her because he says she's a "dirty slut." You, whoever you are, you who zoned out staring at some girl in class, wondering what she would look like without that low-cut shirt, yeah, you're just as guilty as that "dirty slut."
Now here's the best part.
YOU'RE BOTH FORGIVEN. And you're both loved. And Jesus doesn't care what you've done. He loves you. God loves you. You are His children, why wouldn't he love you? If your biological parents can forgive you for breaking a window because you played baseball inside the house, how much more will your Heavenly Father forgive you when you sin against Him? The lowest sinner on Earth is still a beloved child of God. And I'm not just talking about Christians, by the way. I mean the Muslim "terrorists," I mean the Jewish "Christ-killers," I mean the Buddhist "atheists." Yeah, all of them. Everything that breathes. All of creation is God's beloved. And no, by the way, not all Muslims are terrorists, not all Jews are Christ-killers (Jesus and His disciples were ALL Jewish), and while most Buddhists don't believe in an anthropomorphic "big man in the sky" kind of God, they are spiritual people. You may disagree with me on this, but personally I am convinced that every single person on the face of the Earth is an inherently GOOD PERSON. Yes, humans are fallible, but that's what Grace is for. And guess what. Divine Grace is infinite. There's no limit to how much you can receive. God isn't going to suddenly be like, "Ope, you've sinned too much now. No more grace for you. All out, sorry." No. You are infinitely forgiven.

GOD LOVES EVERYBODY, and I do my best every day to walk in His footsteps of love.


All right, rant over.
Love y'all.
Katy

Oh--feel free to comment, by the way. I'm really not as scary as I sound. I'll chat with you about this.

Attend the Tale of Sweeney Todd

YAAAS.
So my college just put on the most AMAZING performance of one of the most AMAZING musicals EVER.
For reals, though.
I'm sure you all know Sweeney Todd from the movie with Johnny Depp and Helena Bohnam Carter, but let me just say that the stage musical is a HUNDRED MILLION TIMES BETTER than that movie. And I love that movie. Love it.  So it isn't like I'm just saying that because I hate the movie. It's because the stage version is so amazingly wonderfully fantastic that even though the movie is great it just absolutely cannot hold a candle to the stage version, even though you can't do special effects onstage. I don't care. It is still a hundred million times better.
But seriously y'all.
They leave all the best songs out of the movie. Like the one that makes up the title of this post. There's an actual chorus in the stage version, that sings all these amazing songs that aren't in the movie. And I HATE that. Because it is the BEST SONG IN THE WHOLE SHOW and they took it out. They also cut down a lot of songs and took out freakin' all of poor little Johanna's songs, because she has this amazing duet with Antony that is totally not in the movie at all and it has a little reprise during the song "Johanna" while Sweeney's going on his killing spree and Antony's looking all over town for Johanna, she sings in that song, too. She does. But they took it out of the movie. Cuz they're stupid.
Because it's a stage show and they can take liberties like this, they made the setting steampunk. It was awesome. For the second half of the show Sweeney wore a top had with goggles on it. And the chorus were all dressed up in steampunk stuff with crazy makeup and everyone. And it was awesome.
ALSO
Everyone in the stage show is a lot crazier. Sweeney is much more outwardly crazy than he is in the movie (because, of course, it's a movie, and they can't have any overacting going on), but it just makes the show better and I really enjoyed the way our Sweeney played his character. He was a lot more fun to watch. And our Mrs. Lovett was wonderful. Her voice was a little heavier than Helena Bohnam Carter's is in the movie (and no, I don't care if I'm spelling her name wrong), but it suited the character much better, I thought. And there were a lot more funny bits in the stage show than in the movie. But it was still FREAKING SCARY which is how you know they've done a good job.
All in all, the show was AMAZING. AMAZING. I wish I could make the font bigger to demonstrate to you how amazing this show was. I loved it. Loved it.
And I love y'all.
Katy

Pitcherrrsss

Well, actually, pictures. Sorry, I'm not gonna talk about Tim Lincecum and Brian Wilson in this post (other than to quickly say that they are AWESOME), but I am going to talk about PICTURES. You know, the kind you take with a camera. For those of you who don't know, I have aspirations to be a part-time model. Just, you know, cuz I'm that beautiful. And because I absolutely love having my picture taken. So this week my lovely fabulous wonderful friend Joey took some shots of me, and they're kind of amazing. Mostly because he's probably the best photographer EVER, and because he loves me so much that the love just transfers through the camera. And he edits nicely. So put all those things together, and when he takes pictures of me, they're awesome.
We had such a good time, too. I love hanging out with him. He's just so precious and cute and happy all the time and we just get along so well. He's an absolute cutie, and he has no inhibitions about calling things as he sees them, especially about women, cuz he's not interested in women. XD Lulz. So when Joey tells you you're beautiful, he's not just saying that to get in your pants. He doesn't want in your pants. He just really thinks you're beautiful. And he's a fantastic photographer and makes it really easy to take great pictures with real smiles because he makes me laugh the whole time.
But seriously y'all.
(Are you annoyed with that yet? Cuz it ain't gonna stop!)
What's that?
You wanna SEE these amazing pictures?
Oh, very well. XD Here's a few of the best ones:

If you happen to be a fashion photographer (or know someone who is) and want to take my picture, I love to have my picture taken. XD And yes, Matthew, I am still working with your uncle. Don't worry.

So yeah. That's me. Ain't I purty?
Love y'all.
Katy

GAAAHH

There is a reason I am not a philosophy major. And I think there is now a reason that I will never take another philosophy class as long as I live. This Classics of Western Culture class is KICKING MY BUTT. I cannot deal with it. I can do the literature part of it, but the philosophy stuff is just so far over my head that I'm sure I just make a fool out of myself every day in this class. I wish Karl Marx had never learned how to read. He is the BANE of my existence. I can't DEAL with it. I just don't understand. I just freakin' don't understand it. I can't wrap my head around what he's saying.
Thank God I can have my laptop in this class. So I can get on Facebook and complain about how much I hate this class. And I can blog about it. Yes, I'm blogging during class again. I'm also texting under the table at the same time. I am a terrible student. But I'm still paying attention to what's going on in class, too, so it's not too bad. I promise. I'm being a good person.

EGGSES

Happy Easter, everybody! He is risen, He is risen indeed! Hosanna! Yay~!
Yeah. So my Easter went pretty well. Went to church in the morning, was only mildly bothered by my abusive ex showing up toting his fiancee around like a trophy and sitting through church with his iPhone out on Facebook and making snarky comments throughout the sermon and... Yeah. Only slightly bothered. Really, though, it didn't actually bother me. He's below my notice. But my poor baby sister had to sit by him and endure his obnoxiousness the whole time (which is the only reason I know he was making snarky comments in the service; I was out of earshot). But where I was sitting, I had a great time. Thought the sermon was very well done, the songs were good, everything was awesome.
Then after church we went over to my mom's sister's house to celebrate the secular holiday with my mom's family. This turned out to be more fun than I thought it would be. Since I get counted as both an adult and a kid right now in the pecking order of things, I get to laze around and talk about booze and school with the adults, and then I get to go hunt eggs with the kids when it's time to go outside. We all had hot dogs and burgers for dinner, including a pot luck of salads and other miscellaneous compositions. There was this one potato casserole thing that was really really good. Really unhealthy, I'm sure, but really really good. Which of course is how things like that work.
After we hunted eggs and emptied them all out (two of my cousins have four-year-olds, I'm the next oldest in line to have one), the boys decided it would be great fun to throw the empty plastic eggs at each other for the rest of the afternoon. Of course, one of their mothers thought this was quite a good sport, while the other one's grandfather (my uncle) did not think this a very good idea at all. So we had mixed signals coming from the authorities and the kids each decided to follow a different one. So one kid stopped throwing eggs and the other one started throwing harder. Ironically, the one that started throwing harder was the one whose grandfather was trying to get them to stop. Can't wait to have kids. Yay.
But seriously y'all.
I really do want kids. My kids will just be better-behaved than those two. And really, they weren't actually hurting each other. Those eggs are hollow, after all. So I'm not too put off by their antics. Woo.
Love y'all.
Katy