God, Blogs, and Bombs

god...you know what, i guess i do believe there's something out there. but god? i don't know. i suppose if there is god, then he must be VERY irritated. i mean, i would be. and anyway, i doubt the christian god is really real. i mean, the bible has too many things unanswered that we're not supposed to ask about. a friend of mine made a good point: they don't want us to ask about it because when we do, we discover that there's too many holes in the whole thing for it to make any sense.

and i've been wondering, why do we blog? it's not like anyone's really going to read it. i mean, come on, how many blogs are there out there? it's not like one insignificant little girl like me is going to make much of a difference with a blog, because really all i do is ramble on about shit like this. whos going to want to read it? and yet i blog anyways. something to think about...

you know how terrorists always bomb places like...well, the twin towers? something IMPORTANT, where lots of lives will be lost? well, what they fail to mention is the places a terrorist ISN'T going to bomb...a rock show (who's going to care about a bunch of angsty teenage "delinquents" [as we seem to frequently be called, though i'm far from a "delinquent"] moshing in front of a stage of musicians who sing about war and anger and all the things they cost us?), or a prison (criminals? pscht...who cares.), or a rehab center (drug addicts? suicidals? why do they matter?), or a small town filled with retired people and those who have lived there for generations, so on and so forth. i mean, why should we care about anyone who ISN'T a polotician, or ISN'T some high society idiot? this all should make me feel better (i mean, I'M not ever going to get bombed, as things stand now...) but it doesn't. if i'm not important enough to get blown up, it seems i'm not important enough for anything.

did that make sense to you? :/

QUOTE OF THE DAY

you said, "we're not celebraties.
we spark and fade, they die by threes."
i'll make you understand,
and you can trade me for an apparation...
stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back
and take my fucking hand
and never...
trust, you said, who put the words in your head.
oh, how wrong we were to think
that immortality meant never dying...

~My Chemical Romance
~Our Lady Of Sorrows