A Christian Cat

I'm sure Queenie is just as sick of religion as I am. According to the Christian religion (and a prime reason why I became an atheist), animals don't have souls. So why doesn't my mother allow her to have her daily bologna on Friday mornings? Why can't I eat meat on my beloved Fridays? I was sitting in the Great Wall with Kyle and Chelsea today when I noticed Kyle eating meat. I made a point to mention it and, first of all found out he's Lutheran, second of all learned from Chelsea that Christians CAN eat meat on Fridays, just not good Friday. Whatever the hell that is. My mom made her point yesterday when she clearly told me I was going against everything I was taught. Of coarse she doesn't scold my older sister at all when April refused to baptise her baby boy, saying that religion is a cult bent on pinching the spare change out of hard working Americans such as herself. A fair argument. But I wear black.

Which leads me to this: why is it that since I wear black I'm the anti-Christ? Why can't I just love the color? Its freakin' winter time, idiots! You wear dark colors to keep warm. Especially me, whom has issues with creating body heat. I wore all light colors the other day and my mom actually had me stop and let her study me in the living room. She was so proud and happy I was wearing color. Why does that little detail make her happy? I dunno, maybe she would be more content with me expressing my unhappiness with drugs?

My unhappiness: what spawns it? Who knows. That didn't even have a question mark behind it. I know who knows it. I do. And my parents are completely oblivious to the fact that I can't drive and that small fact is KILLING me! They complain I don't have a job (even though they're not the ones suffering from it) and that I'm not more independant. I have no reason to be independant. They don't give me a reason. My Mom won't even let me practice driving. Then she plays her favorite card: "If you want this so bad go with your Father." BUT when I do get my dad motivated and he DOES help me out, she gets all pissy and says that I'll have to be the one to deal with my step father. WHY?!?! It's my life, my money, my car! And my step dad doesn't have any power over me since I turned 18. He was never a legal gardian and he doesn't even own the house we live in. The only reason I'll have to "deal" with him is because he wants me to drive his dumbass rust bucket gas hog blazer. And when he founds out that I bought his LEAST favorite car (Saturn) he'll flip and try to bring me down on my decision. Then I'll tell him I bought it from a Larkin cousin (his nephew) and then Zach's head will be on the stake come Christmas time next year. Which is also when Zach is bringing me my spare key that he finally found.

I plan on taking my drivers test before July. Kyle is going to let me practice with him since he took the test and basically remembers every detail of it. So he'll let me drive him around and he'll prep me for the test. I think I'll do fine either way, but I really appreciate the help I can get. It won't be long until I can get my car legal and on the road! Then I can just park it out in the road and get my practice by driving Nick and I to Delta everyday, which he had a problem with, duh, he can't be cooperative. I'll probably end up having to drive illegally without a license just so that I can get to where I need to. When I went to apply for jobs online I missed out on about seven jobs because a requirment was a drivers license. At least today's fortune cookie said " The current year will bring you much happiness (in bed)". The ironic thing is, Kyle and I had the same fortune.