March 11, 2002 :: 12:34 a.m.
I repeat: this is not a drill, this IS the apocalypse
Okay. Hi. It's been an unusual day. Quite. I had a rather large "fight" with Adam in the morning, which put me in a sour mood. I was considering bailing on the Hare Krishna temple, but I figured since that was the cause of the "fight" (inadvertently), I should at least go. If I didn't go then the whole thing would have become a moot point. And we couldn't have that. So I went. I'll get to that later.
So the "fight." It's in quotations because I'm hesitant to classify it as such. It was more like rage on my side and passivity and slight confusion on his. I really don't feel like going into it, since I already did with Joe once (in the car on the way to the temple), and with Adam twice (one on the phone and again in a more in-depth email), so I'll just give you the bare bones and be done with it. Basically... Adam led me to believe that he was going to go to the temple with us, which caused me to get my hopes us, which was dumb, because they were promptly sent crashing to the ground for reasons that frustrated me immensely. It's not that he didn't go, it's the reason he didn't go. Yeah. Maybe I'll get into more detail in another entry, but it's unlikely. I'll just piss myself off again, and now that I'm calmed down I kind of want to stay this way.
Moving on.
The temple was... interesting. Definitely interesting. I'm not sure I'd be too gung-ho about visiting again, but I'm glad I went. When we got there, a sermon/lecture was going on. No one told me about a sermon. I hate sermons. I abhor going to church simply because it requires listening to some guy drone on and on for way too long about nothing interesting. It makes me want to go to sleep. So when we got there and had to sit through hours (and I do mean hours) of boring religi-babble, I was not happy. Not happy at all. I couldn't understand half of what the "preacher" (I don't know what they call that guy in a Hare Krishna temple) was saying, anyway, so I just sat and looked at the paintings and out the windows and thought about what I was going to say to Adam when I got home and called him. At one point I noticed a man, seating cross-legged, sari-clad, on a pedestal to the left side of the room. Hmm. "His skin looks really shiny," I thought to myself. "And he's not moving. Maybe he's a statue."
"No," I reconsidered," it can't be. Why would they have a statue like that? And he's wearing socks."
By this point I was stumped. Man? Statue? Android? Which is it? Inquiring minds want to know. I spent the rest of the sermon staring at this thing, waiting for movement. Any movement. There was none. "It was a real guy," Joe said. "I think I saw it blink and chant." Okay. Perhaps. We shall see.
After the 47 day long sermon, we proceeded to the "feast house." It was cool. This adorable little girl kept talking to Amber and I. She was three, and she wanted us to show her our belly buttons. I did, but Amber was reluctant. I persuaded her. Woo! It was cute. I can't remember what her name was, though... I can't remember any of their names. They were all too unusual to stick in my memory bank. But everyone was really nice. It was a fun time. We left after the feast, because Amber had to get home to her daughter (who is also adorable).
Ah, kids. Everyone tells me I'm so good with kids. One of the guys that came with us told me that it's amazing how natural I am with them. *gags* Ahem. Yes, I am fairly good with children. That doesn't mean I like them. I mean, some kids are cool, but most of the time... man, get those brats away from me. Yeesh. Damn being a cancer and all the maternal hogwash that comes with it.
Oh, yes. The man in the sermon. The mystery creature. He was, indeed, a statue. Heh, I was nary 10 feet from a wax monk. Creepy.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
I like pina coladas - March 30, 2005
must... finish... projects... - March 22, 2005
Mr. Postman delivers the good stuff - March 18, 2005
when everything is bad - March 16, 2005
of fruits and menstruation - March 15, 2005