Ever have whims at 3AM?

I sure do.

Por instance. Shutting down this site.   

I will probably open a new one soon  which I will use to post articles that are being published for close friends to read...and to keep in close contact with my favourite island beauty or lets face it any one who asks but I'm just not feeling right about this one.  Its a little stiffling and quite frankly I feel like I'm gossiping about myself.  

So farewell friends its been a slice. Keep in touch -you know how  reach me.

Lovies

Ashley Drake

There once was a man named Frederich Nietschze.

He was a scientist and a philosopher in the late 19th century.  Many Christians didn't like him or what he said and for good reason as he went around posting flyers that said 'God is Dead'.

Ofcourse this would be offensive to anyone who believes that God is infact, not dead.

Nietsche was a self proclaimed athiest- this is true but there is a lot to be learned from his flyers.

What many people failed to see was that under the bold type of  'God is dead' read 'and we killed him'

What he was talking about was the progressive institutionalization of the church; veering farther and farther away from the purity of Christ and clinging on harder and harder with the western culture.

I wouldn't argue this.  Ofcourse he didn't REALLY mean that God had physically died but just that we had figuratively killed him to make way for our own ideas and culture and meaning and will.

I don't exactly know why I'm writing this. I certainly don't agree with a lot of what Nietsche as to say regarding God but this just seemed to resonate with me. Are people attracted to Christ or to how we PRESENT Christ and what do we put more effort into? Nietsche was not a christian and not because he necessarily had qualms with Christ or faith but he was repelled by what christians had done to their own religion.  I also just find it so interesting that truth can be found in the oddest of places.  God truly can speak through anything and anyone. 

Worth Repeating

A:  Man, there are hundreds of washrooms on campus and  its impossible to find one without a line. 

J: Going to the washroom at York is the same as Canada's Wonderland - you have to strategically schedule when you go to avoid waiting.  Once in the morning before you leave, once in the Splashworks pool in the afternoon and then once at Wendys on the drive home.

A: Ya Totally...wait....York has a Splashworks?   

Come to York- Tuition increases well spent.

(I wish)

As previously noted I'm about to share about the detox cleanse that I am now 5 days into.

The website informed me that my insides look like this:

I would say thats about right from what I can see...McDonalds, Diet Coke but hey I'm no Doctor.

Some of the testimonials shared that all different kinds of things would be expelled from your body. 

Like this:

And this:

Not to mention these little critters:

ew.

Well, its been a couple days and I haven't experienced any of this although I did expell something rather odd  from my colon the other day so I took a pic.

The funny thing is, I don't ever remember eating a Volkswagon Rabbit.

Its weird, I feel old...not physically or mentally.  I guess I just have feelings that old people usually have which is weird cause I'm young.  Feelings like 'Nostalgia'.

This doesn't mean I see my life as a Norman Rockwell painting, I guess I've just been exposed to so much NEW stuff in the last two years that certain smells and pastimes and songs remind me of the best year of my life.

Por instance.

The smell of skunk, second cup downtown, the reflection of downtown barrie on the bay at night while driving on lakeshore, singing to Dashboard confessional or blink 182 in the car, talking in driveways, walking around the lake even things like HAVING A FRICKEN BACKYARD. These remind me of things I can't describe because they don't remind me of THINGS or of PEOPLE and not even of SPECIFIC INSTANCES.  They're just habitual things that happend when 'habitual' was something completely different then what it is now.

In 5 or more years, habitual will mean staying up all night to write an essay, going to my fave jazz bar, drinking red wine, listening to final fantasy and stars, going out to dance with 'the girls' eating popcicles and watching sex in the city, eating only pitas and mr. noodles...and probably other stuff that I'll remember only when I stop doing it.

I've been back in Barrie for awhile and I'm sliding back into the old habitual stuff which is kinda nice. I kinda have a little crush on this place.