40 Hours Of Pain.

So the end of the vastly long school year is sickeningly coming to an abrupt close. In roughly two months that is.

I still don't have internet, but the lack thereof has caused me to focus more on my studies in such classes as:

Jazz

Religion... not.

Vocals

and....

Art.

I know. Tough. >.> But for the most part, this year isn't all that it's cracked up to be. I still need: 40 HOURS OF COMMUNITY SERVICE.

I can't really understand the whole point. I help out the community... alot.

By staying out of their way. Makes sense right? Exactly.

But not only is it helping out the community. You not only have to spend precious hours doing things for other people no no...

It's has to be in the spirit of Christ. >.> God damnit.

Yes because I attend a Catholic school - not religious by the way- everything I do has to be something jesus would do. What did Jesus/YHWH/Allah/God do? (so... many names... o.o)

He fed poor people.

check.

He cured the sick.

Hm, no more flus for me. check.

He preformed miracles.

Um, still working on that.

He died on the cross.

..... erm. Pass?

If they wanted me to be like jesus, then I'd grow a long beard and a full shaggy head of hair.

And be a hippy. But I still gotta get in those hours. Regardless the ammount of facial hair anyone acquires. Ah well.

40 hours of cummunity service.?

More painful than crucfiction.