Oh. my. stars.

This guy essentially started my thesis topic... rather, he's in charge of the organization that started the 2004 demonstration movement, which is my topic.

Check out what Wikipedia says about him:

Although [Lyndon] LaRouche has no formal qualifications, he has written extensively on economics, science, politics, and cultural topics as part of his political views. Critics regard him as a conspiracy theorist, crackpot, attention-seeker and political extremist, while Chip Berlet, Dennis King, and others have described him as a fascist, a cult leader, and an anti-Semite. He has also been labelled an "unrepentant Marxist-Leninist" by Lt.Gen. Daniel O. Graham, former head of the Defense Intelligence Agency,along with other high-ranking U.S. intelligence officers. He denies all of these characterizations. His followers regard him as a brilliant individual who has been unfairly persecuted for political reasons.

I feel for some reason, that my thesis has suddenly grown a lot more colorful...

For your Maker is your husband--
the Lord Almighty is his name--
the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer;
he is called the God of all the earth.

-Isaiah 54:5

Praise the Lord that through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, mankind is reconciled with God.

Praise the Lord that, though he is absent, he has given us his Spirit-- the same Spirit that raised Jesus from the grave-- to instruct us and as a deposit for what is to come.

Praise the Lord for how deep is the Father's love, that he should send Jesus to die for us.

Praise the Lord that because of it all, we are transformed to be like him, the Lord Almighty, the Holy One of Israel.

At the core of my existance, hidden behind the pious, cultured exterior, I am a brute and a beast, one rivaling even Tolkin's orcs. Any good you see in me, any love that you feel from me-- that is not me, but rather Christ in me.

To everyone, everywhere: HAPPY EASTER!!!!!

*shakes head* the things I do for my friends these days...

I can't believe that I'm actually writing this, but I was in a dance performance this evening. Like up on stage dancing in front of people type of dance performance. A hip-hop/jazz dance performance. A friend needed a back-up dancer for the dance she was choreographing and I had some free time.

The next few weeks will be trying, but it's love for my roomies (all three of 'em) that compels me to get through them victoriously.

I sometimes wonder if I should check myself into a mental hospital, and given the past 4ish days, it's a logical concern. Yet the girls from Fri night and my soul bare testimony that what seems to be fantasy is, indeed, fact.

"He fell to the earth a weak youth and rose up a fighter, steadfast for the rest of his life, and he knew it and felt it suddenly, in that very moment of his ecstasy." (Brothers Karamazov 363)

This pretty much sums up my weekend.