Keytars rock. There's just no other way around it. I need everyone to just take a deep breath and say it with me: Keytars Rock. ...*Deep Breath*... ...Keytars Rock... See, isn't it good to just admit what's a fact of life? If you haven't heard of them, you should check out Mute Math. If you're feeling really frisky, go to youtube and watch their video for "Typical." Anywho, it's funny how some of these titles work out to the blog I intend to write, even though they're typically just lyrics of songs I might be listening to at the moment.

So, I finished Romans today while I was at work. BibleGateway is the stuff, man. They should pay me for these advertisements. I mean, granted, apparently only like 4 people read this blog, because that's the most comments I've had from different people on a post. Crazies. BUT, that's beside the point. Romans is an excellent book to read to make you feel a little better. It talks about the gifts and promises of salvation, and it's just a good, easy, short read. And apparently this isn't very widespread, but if you're looking for a good way to read the Bible, check out The Message, which is just a translation that's basically like common/modern language. It's excellent for just reading for reading's sake (as opposed to studying). Man, I'm getting really off-track. Maybe the way-too-early-morning blogs aren't as unfocused as the late-night ones. So, I finished reading Romans and am now on my way into 1 Corinthians. Something I found funny almost right off the bat was that in one of my recent blogs I mentioned how infantile I was in regards to this religion I've been a part of my entire life. Then I saw this (The Message translation):

1 Corinthians 3:
1-4--But for right now, friends, I'm completely frustrated by your unspiritual dealings with each other and with God. You're acting like infants in relation to Christ, capable of nothing much more than nursing at the breast.

D'oh! I know that Paul here (who again, was not a disciple, but was actually a Pharisee on his way to arrest some peeps for being Christian when God blinded him and made him go to one of the very people he was about to arrest to be healed) is talking more about squabbling in the church, which I'm not a part of at the moment, so I'm just slightly joking here. While we're on the subject, here's something that's bugged me for a long time:

1 Corinthians 3:
16-17--You realize, don't you, that you are the temple of God, and God himself is present in you? No one will get by with vandalizing God's temple, you can be sure of that. God's temple is sacred—and you, remember, are the temple.

If you really want to take this passage literally, fine. But I don't understand personally how people can see this scripture and use it as a basis for saying that you shouldn't have a tattoo or piercings on your body. Something tells me that God isn't talking about the physical shell being His temple, but more your mind, heart, and soul. I was talking with Blake about this and he made a good point about it making sense if it were about drugs and alcohol abuse because that would mess up the aforementioned things. Sorry, but this is something that has bugged me for a while and I read it and wanted to write about it. Last I checked, this was still my blog so I'll write whateva I want!

My wrists hurt pretty badly right now. Today wasn't that great of a day, by the way. I did get to finish Romans, which is awesome, but work sucked pretty badly. I had an influx of bad customers today, three of which yelled at me, one of them told me I didn't matter, and that he wanted to speak with a Supervisor, because (and I'm not kidding, DIRECT quote) "They must be better than you to be a Supervisor, so I don't want to hear anything more from you, get me to them. You don't matter to me." Great, thanks guy. I promptly put him on hold and waited ten minutes to transfer him. If he's going to be a complete jerk like that, he'll wait. And he did. Anyways, I also got scolded for something slightly silly by a coach that I don't much like in the first place. I hate that so many of these coaches and managers (not mine) talk to me like I'm a kindergartner or something. It would be totally different if I was a new hire and really needed to be shown everything, but when you speak to me like I'm a child, you can just buzz right off. Your'e only in that position because you've been here longer than me and have brown-nosed a whole lot more. /rant

I left the living room light on. That means I'm going to have to get up and go turn it off before I go to bed. Totally lame. I will be ending this here. I know it's crazy that I posted twice in a day. Hopefully I kept it interesting for everyone both times. I speak like more than a handful of people actually read this, which is obviously not true. Whatev. Maybe my audience will grow at a later time or something. Do me a humongous favor and COMMENT! That'd be awesome. Thanks so much for reading, everyone, and I'll most likely see you soon.

*My name is Ryan J. Schwimmer, and I approve this Wizardacious blog.*