Juxtapose

Turning in for the night. Got back from a refreshing reflection on the Holocaust by author Daniel Asa Rose. I only regret that I didn't have anywhere near the twenty-five dollars it would have cost be to buy his book so that I could have him sign it. I've always wanted to be a Jew, completed in full through the shed blood of the Messiah. That would be really cool, to put it bluntly and in slightly vulgar slang for the subject matter. I guess I don't have the words exactly to put out how beautiful it is to me to see Messianic Jews. It truly is.

So, for the second night in a row, I pretended to be Jewish. I read along with the canting after Rose spoke, but it wasn't in Hebrew letters, only transliterated, so I was kinda cheating. I didn't feel too badly, though, because I never would have been able to read that fast where I trying to read along with the Hebrew characters.

Three papiers down, currently. Tick, tick, tick. I think I want one of those paper-writing boyfriends now. I mean, right now. I figure if I ever get a boyfriend, it will have to be an advantageous thing for me, or else it will have to be completely devoid of financial committments. None of this, "Fifty-dollar presents for his birthday" type of stuff. I wouldn't expect it from him, and he shouldn't expect it from me. Simple stuff is always better. Besides, I don't have fifty dollars to spend. So maybe, he could, like, write my papers about content analysis and gay parents trying to adopt children, and all those other papers like that which hace absolutely nothing to do with my major OR the class that I have to write them for. In turn, I can smile warmly, laugh at his jokes, play him some bad guitar, and bake Duncan Hines brownies-in-a-box for him. Sounds like a steal, to me. Act fast, supplies are limited!

Yeah.. that would be handy.