Of rain and blasphemy.

It's update time.

Have you ever noticed that when you're hasty, all of reality seems to want to slow you down? Ugh.
I had this nice essay about the Canterbury Tales due, (I might or might not have told you about it. I believe there was some pirate speak involved.) and I somehow managed to finish it in time. (Why wasn't there a Sparknote about the Clerk's Tale?)
Anyway, it was due for Tuesday 9 o'clock. What I only figured out Monday, however, was that the deadline was actually 9 o'clock AM. Fortunately I can easily make it in time... Usualy I arrive at school at about 8:45am.
This time, however, proved to be different. I gleefully stepped outside to enjoy another day of essay-handing-in, only to find myself immediately drenched in what can best be described as a torrential tribute to the weather gods. When I arrived at the bus station, I was nearly drowned. Then, of course, there was a gigantic bottleneck starting about 4 kilometer before the city. Since it rained, no one dared to even go outside without a comfortable warm car around themselves. Fortunately the driver knew a secret passageway around the bottleneck. What he didn't anticipate was that this "secret" passageway was also completely locked. Furthermore, both of these roads were to conjoin at some point, so complete chaos ensued.
Eventually the bus managed to arrive at the station 10 minutes before the deadline, so I immediately started making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm school-bound. *cue piano music*
In the end I managed to pigeonhole my essay at 9:02. Oh well, I'm sure he won't even notice.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

This. Auntie. Post. Read the comments. I'm sure you already did, though.
DISCLAIMER: The following statements are my personal opinion. I do NOT want to deliberately offend anyone. When I do, let me know in the comments. I'll apologize profoundly.

We held a mock trial that Tuesday, too. Half of the class were the "prosecutors," hired by the church, trying to convince the other half, the "defense," that the book Piers Plowman mocked them. The trial was set in 1382, just after that book created a huge peasant revolt. Of course, bad luck decided that I was to be on the defense team.

Bad luck, I say, because I think everyone knows what's it like to debate against a religion. (The church, I have to say, was highly corrupt at that time) After the exchange of a few fair arguments, the prosecution used its instant win cheat code: "Because We Are The Representation Of God On Earth, So We Are Right." Even thinking about contradicting that yields you immediate banishment. In the end the debate almost turned into a modern-day god-exists-or-not discussion.

So I was quite surprised to find that Radio RICH FM person started bashing on homosexuality in the name of God. Especially when he started spouting facts based on nothing at all. Seriously, I can't stand those people.

There, I said it.

For the record, Piers Plowman indeed mocks the 14th century church and its corruptness.

Random Musing: Groningen, the city where my college is, can be loosely translated to "black human" in Japanese. Geert Wilders is going to have a field day when he finds out.