Friday, April 29, 2005

The Good Life

Have you ever had just totally random thoughts? Well tonight I began kicking around the idea of what it must be like to be a fetus. I mean think about it. They've got it good. You've got a nice cozy not-to-warm-not-to-cold place to be. All the food you need is brought right to you. You don't even need to chew! Quality time with Mom. Chillin for nine months in some amniotic fluid. I think it would be very cozy, but not too squishy. You can do things like suck your thumb and people think its cute. I miss being a fetus. I mean, it's not like you're just sitting on your duff. Growing is hard work! But you don't have to worry about deadlines or time cards or rising inflation. (You leave that to Mom and Dad.) Yea, totally the good life.
Unfortunately, fetuses (feti?) don't have it that easy these days. In fact, one of the most dangerous places to be is your mother's womb. Talk about messed up! That should be the safest place on this planet! But fetuses everywhere are being torn to shreds at the beckoning of their mothers. This thought brought my happy revelry to a crashing horrible halt. Something must be done. It was one of the most horrible thoughts I have ever had in my eighteen years. I pictured myself as a fetus, having a grand old time and then being torn to shreds. I think I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight. I then pictured myself as a teenage girl who just found out she was pregnant. Um, nope. It's not cutting it. That would be uber scary too, & I really couldn't imagine. But I'm definitely going to have to go with the baby on this one. I ask you, really, truly picture the same things I did and then ask yourself if its a child or a choice.

Our Lady of Guadalupe, pray for us!

Tuesday, April 26, 2005


The events of today have my thoughts resting upon a terribly important subject: female footwear. The average female has a plethora of shoes. She's got boots, sneakers, casual sandals, dress sandals, close-toed dress shoes, clogs, skinny heels, chunky heels, tall heels, short heels, black shoes, brown shoes, white shoes, sensible shoes, fun shoes, comfortable shoes & those which may put her in the hospital. It is the last of these that I feel the need to discuss with you.
Today I wore my formal shoes (white dress sandal with super skinny heel, moderate height, definitely put-you-in-the-hospital type) to Mass & then to brunch. I have learned to walk in them, so I hadn't a problem until I returned my dishes to the dish room. In doing this, I had to step on some rubber mats that had many little holes. Note: little holes & skinny heels are a bad combo. I got my right heel stuck & as I tried to get that unstuck, I almost feel over. I managed to right myself, only to get my left heel caught, also. I started pulling on either foot alternating in a an attempt to free myself. The problem was, I got stuck in such a way, that I couldn't balance on 1 foot to take my shoes off. I continued jerking my feet until (of course) they both came free at the same time & I ended up on my posterior. This got me thinking of the age old question, "Why do women wear shoes that hurt their feet/they can't walk in?" Being a woman, I've never pondered the question before, but I began to wonder.
Many a time I've been questioned by a male of my species as to why I'm walking barefoot. If it's after class, my answer is usually "I like to walk barefoot." But if it's between classes, it's usually because my shoes either hurt or are hard to walk in. When I told 1 of them that I was wearing those particular shoes, because they looked cute, he quoted Ecclesiastes "all is vanity." But if all is vanity, that includes sensible shoes. And if we're all going to be vain, why not at least look good doing so?

15 days (or less depending on where you go to school)

Well hello... I don't wanna make this post too long, so I will get right to the point. What's written below wasn't written by me, in fact I don't know who wrote it, but it describes exactly what I am feeling right now. I know its long, but please read it all the way to the end. (Maybe Judit knows what this feels like ;P) But I gotta go study for finals, 4 tests and one paper/discussion and I am out of here for the summer!!
My quote of the day is also at the end.

15 Days....more or less, depending where you go to school =) A year has past and now we stand on the brink of returning to a world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything yet nothing being the same. In 15 days we will reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears, say goodbye to the people who were once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left. We will leave our best friends to return to our best friends. We will go back to places we came from and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before. We will come into town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it will seem like only yesterday. As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you have become. You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago don't seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will completely understand. Who will you call first? Where are you going to work? Who will be at the party Saturday night? What has everyone been up to? Who from school will you keep in touch with? How long before you actually start missing people barging in without calling or knocking? Who will get breadsticks with you at three in the morning? How long until you adjust to sleeping in a room by yourself? Then you realize how much things have changed, you realize the hardest part of college is balancing the two completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind. In the matter of one day's traveling time, we will leave our world of living next door to our best friends, walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 8:00 classes, and perpetual procrastination to a world that will seem foreign to us despite the fact that we have lived in it for nineteen (or twenty or twenty one!) Everything is different now... We now know the meaning of true friendship. We know who we have kept in touch with over the past year and who we hold dearest to our hearts. We've left our high school worlds to deal with the real world. We have had our hearts broken, we've fallen in love, and we’ve helped our best friends through the toughest times of their lives, something even their best friends at home couldn't be there for. We've stayed up all night just to be there for a friend. We've partied the night away, doing stupid stuff, but we were always there for each other afterwards. There have been times when we've felt so helpless being hours away from home when we know our families or friends needed us most, and there are times when we know we have made a difference. 15 days from now we will leave. 15 days from now we take down our pictures, and pack up our clothes. No more going next door to do nothing for hours on end. We will leave our friends whose random emails and phone calls will bring us to laughter and tears this summer. We will take our memories and dreams and put them away for now, saving them for our return to this world. 15 days from now we will arrive. 15 days from now we will unpack our bags and have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best friend's house and do nothing for hours on end. We will return to the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought us laughter and tears over the past year. We will unpack old memories and dreams that have been put away for the past year. In 15 days we will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction to adjust to change and still keep each other close. And somehow, in someway, we will find our place between these two worlds.
In 15 days....are you ready?

~Quote of the day:
~"The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."
~Victor Hugo

Friday, April 22, 2005

Formal Pictures


And their dates.

The lot of us, outside my window.

The kids.

Mother & daughter.

They are sooocute!

Some of the girls.

Who says guys can't dance? *snort*

Word, yo!

Thursday, April 21, 2005


It has come to my attention that CC has been portrayed in an incorrect light by yours truly. It has been brought to my attention by some of my colleagues that CC appears to have a drinking problem. On further examination of past posts, I would have to agree that it looks that way. But anyone who knows much about CC knows that this is just not true. No one has a problem with the drinking!
But seriously, one of the things CC can proudly say, is very, very few of its students drink to excess. Many of the students drink, but they do so quite responsibly. To get drunk at CC is to be socially shunned. And to answer Meche's question, yes, on very special occasions, every student is allowed to have a small amount of alcohol. Usually something like one beer or one glass of wine. It's highly monitored. Our parents sign some kind of waver/legal thingy. It's supposed to help us learn to drink responsiblly and I think it works. Everytime I have mentioned alcohol, it has been on some major feast day or something like Oktober Fest, or the election of Pope Benedict XVI. (That's so cool to say!) Moderation in all things...

Oh, and I'm confused as to what I did to the blog to "mess it up." What Judit do wrong?

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Habemus Papam!

Yes that's right, we got the Rat! Pope Benedict XVI is the new pope of the Roman Catholic Church & all I have to say is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yea, I along with everyone else @ CC, am freaking out with joy. Some professors canceled classes today & Fr. Mastreoni had a party at the rectory. I find it funny, we get a new pope & what do we do? Drink and smoke. At the rectory. I suggested German beer, but that didn't quite happen. Instead French wine & American beer happened. And cigars. I have to say, they taste much better than they smell, but take a bit of practice to not swallow the smoke. (That's really yucky!) But seriously, I think Pope Benedict XVI is just what the Church needs. It's time to lay the smack down & he's just the guy to do it. The decision was made, went up in white smoke. The whole world knew we had a new pope! (Okay, so that was definitely about JPII, but it's quite applicable.) I'm so excited about this, I really can't put it into words.
In other news, Dr. Townsend has given me permission to blow up aerosol cans as extra credit for physics. So Ryan & Ed are going to help me. This should prove to be much fun. Which is nice, once Hamlet is over I think I'm going to want something fun. Something that doesn't involve sewing...
Is that a needle I see before my eye? Its point in my hand? Okay, wrong play, but that's kind of how I feel. Why in the world did I volunteer to help sew (hand sew) costumes for the play? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sewing & I wanted to be part of the play. The play opens on Friday & there's a reason the week before's called hell week! But yea, tomorrow we get to do fittings. That should be fun.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Spring Fling, yo!

Well, craziness has begun!!! It is now officially Spring Fling Week. For those of you who don't know, this is kinda like Homecoming, except it's in the spring and there's no Lord and Lady... and we don't have class competitions... and there's no football game at the end of the week... but other than that it's the exact same thing! Anyway, right now it's Hawaiian Day... which means I got leid (tee hee). I'm having a lot of fun with my orange sarong! Anyway, tomorrow is Pajama Day, and that's gonna be fun in a barrel, too. I'm gonna wear my nerd-glasses and slippers. Then on Wednesday, it's Spring Fling Day, which means we're supposed to wear our t-shirts... which have Napoleon Dynamite on them! And Thursday is Mass day, so we hafta dress up... and then Friday we don't have school!!! Yay! That's right, we have ALL DAY to get ready for Dinner Dance *ha in your face, Judit* So, anyway, I'm expecting it to be a good and busy week... hopefully without much homework, but that may be asking too much!
Word of the day: good-bye. Because we will miss Darby :'( She's moving to Pierre June 1 and it's really sad. *sniff, sniff*


Whew! Well kids, after all of that, formal is over. Oh man, that was such a crazy day! It started on Friday night when Shannon, Katie, & I went to Katie's house. We saw her sisters in their high school play of Bye, Bye, Birdie. Talk about hilarious. Oh man, the entire cast/crew did an AWESOME job! The next day we took the metro in to D.C. for Shield of Roses. We got there late (4th Sorrowful Mystery) but got some praying in. Then we got back on the metro to go back to Katie's house to help with the car wash (fund raiser for our trip to the Holy Land.) Unfortunately we got on the blue line instead of the orange, so we ended up at Ronald Reagan National Airport instead. We got it figured out, but we were definitely late!
The car wash was a success. I got to meet the pilgrims I didn't know & catch up with the ones I haven't seen since Fall Break. Apparently there were no water fights until I got there. I wonder what that was about...
We got back to campus at about 4:30, which was bad, because I was supposed to be cutting Mikie's hair at 4. I called him a million times, but he never picked up. (Later I found out I had the wrong number.) So I ran all about campus looking for him. At 4:50 I gave up & walked back to my dorm to start getting myself ready for formal. I wasn't sure when we were leaving, but I figured about 6 or 7. But then I saw Mikie come running up. We got things straightened up, namely that I wouldn't have time to cut his hair. At. 4:55 Meredith called to tell me that we were leaving at 5. As in 5 mins from the present time. I really think I almost had a coronary. To give a little background on why I was suddenly so stressed, I was wearing very wet jeans & tee-shirt. My skin was crusted in soap suds, my hair was a mess, & my feet were gross. I told Meredith my state & proceeded to get ready in 15 mins. Ren curled my hair while Laura did my makeup while Sarah & Mary Beth ran around getting my stuff together. That is an experience I'll never forget! But I was ready & we were off. Sean & I went with Matt & Sydney (our beloved driver.) We went to an awesomely uber fancy restaurant that Sean got for us. (He had so much fun saying "Vieira, party of four.") It was wonderful. Sean & Matt were perfect gentlemen & Sydney & I did our best to act like ladies. (Ask me about the chunks of raw meat!)
The dance was amazing. It was at the Fauquier Country Club (not a name you want to mess up!) The music was great, the people were great (& gorgeous!), & the place was awesome. I think it was worth all the fuss.
But now that it's over. I'm enjoying sweat pants & ice cream! Oh yea!

Thursday, April 14, 2005


Poll topic: My little sister wants to join the blog... should we let her? Comment please!
Oh, word of the day: shrimptastic because Magdalena used it and it was killerly awesome!!!

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Wow! The other members of this blog really are alive! J/K I know everyone's uber busy. I am, too. I just like to procrastinate. One of my favorite forms of procrastination is this blog, hence me typing right now instead of doing my history paper. Grrr on me. Well, I think I'll kill to stones with one bird. My paper is about the Song of Roland. Brief plot synopsis: Christian French king Charlemagne fights the Muslims with the help of an extremely skilled and bold warrior named Roland. Unfortunately for Roland, his stepdad, Ganelon, has it out for him. So he (Ganelon) makes a deal with the Muslims and Roland & all his companions end up dead. But Charlemagne avenges him & Ganelon & 30 of his relatives end up dead as a result.
So I have to write about how the Song of Roland isn't just Christian in it's content, but "to its very bones" or something like that. So I'm going to write about how the Muslim army & the Christian army are so very similar, but so very different at the same time. It mirrors good & evil. For evil takes what is good & twists it in such a way that it still appears to be good, but is most definitely not. This is how heresy works. Someone takes a doctrine of the Church, say the Incarnation, gets it messed up & boom, you've got Nestorianism. (Christotokos my elbow!)
In other news, the CC's Mystery Dinner Theatre was awesome! Sean was the Evil Genius, Peachy was the Inquisitor (hence the title of the blog), Dominick was his side kick the Iron Monk, Katie was Ivy, & Ambrose was Agent Intellect. There were others, but you probably don't know them. They were all superheros or supervillans. It was great.
Oh! And yesterday was the feast of St. Stanislaus! Wahoo! Go Polish saints! St. Stanislaus, pray for us!


So here its been two months (at least) since I had posted something... not to mention, I had to post two times, in order for the stupid thing to show up. I mean that is commitment, I could have totally just said "screw it" and not posted a second time, so that you all knew I was alive, but I did. So ya, know I was feeling pretty excited (well not really, more just curious) about the comments I would get on my "I'm alive!!!" posting, but...
I clicked on the address of the blog today, and when it came up I noticed that there were some new posts and even some comments on one of them, so I was like "YAY! Someone has probablly written some form of comment on my last blog, I mean really, its been like 2 months since my last post, someone must have written some form of comment on it!"
And then, I looked, not a one, not a comment in site, just a big fat old zero staring at me
*Tears, Angry Face, GRRRR, Sad Face*
Maybe, I thought Meche and Magdalena posted but just didn't have time to put comments, but then I noticed Judit had posted on Meche's
*Sad Face*.
I don't know, maybe I just won't post if no one likes to leave me comments, its sad when no one does, *Very Sad Face*

But for real, I am just joking, I will still post, and I am not really angry...
but I better find some comments after this post... J/K

Any ways, hope everyone is having a great day, and that it is sunny where you are, because it isnt' here.

~Quote of the day:
"Those who stand for nothing fall for anything,"
~Alexander Hamilton

Monday, April 11, 2005

So, there was this track meet. . .

So, Meche, Maurice, Jim Bob, Shrimp Lofter, and I were gonna go bowling the Friday before last, but Maurice had a track meet. We decided we would go to his track meet, ooo fun, and then go bowling. His track meet started at four and we showed up at about 6:30ish. We then find out we had to pay $2 to go a track meet that I,at least, did NOT want to go to. You see, I used to be in track and remember the many horrors that I encountered therein, so I am never overly psyched about going to a track meet for free, let alone when I have to pay $2!!! Anyways, Meche and I paid and then waited for Jim Bob to show up. She showed up and we went in and tried to find Maurice.
After a half hour of searching, we finally found him. We went over and said hi and he snapped hi back at us. After a couple minutes of very snappy and cut off talking, we realized that we were not welcome, and therefore left. We went over to a place pretty close by and started to play Mad Gab until the track meet was done. We then went bowling and met Shrimp Lofter who proceeded to tell us that she had just worked out but hadn't showered. Needless to say, none of us got too close to her that night.
Once we started bowling and had a blast from then on. We also went to Perkins at about midnight and were rushed into ordering some muffins. After that, we parted ways with the intentions of bowling again the next night, but that is for another blog.
Also, I still have to hit Maurice for being so rude to us, so if anyone knows him, feel free!!!

You're friendly neighborhood pothead!

Who's a pothead? Apparently I am! That's right, I have a cannibis leaf in my locker. I'm sure it's completely safe there, too. There's no way anyone could find it... but even if they did, I wouldn't get in trouble. You see, it's a magnet. I got it with my suntan lotion when I decided to go tanning to get some color for Dinner Dance. (I know, Lorena, it's bad for me, but I don't intend on making it a habit.)
So, on to Dinner Dance! It's next Friday... coming right up! I'm kinda excited. My dress is lavender with some gold beading and a Christmas tree like cut to the skirt. It has spaghetti straps and a corset-like top. It's fun! But, why call it Dinner Dance? Why not Prom? I'll tell you why... because Catholics are cool like that! See, we don't have a Grand March (which I'm okay with because I would probably find some way to trip and fall flat on my face in the middle of the aisle) and we can't invite anyone from other schools. Which could kinda suck if you had a boyfriend from another school, but since I don't have a boyfriend at all, it's no problem for me. It's just a time to bond between the Junior and Senior classes... which I probably won't be doing a lot of because I don't enjoy the company of too many of the Juniors. (I'm sure even Lorena can relate!) Anyway, I'm sure the dance will be fun, but it's really the after-party I'm looking forward to! We're going bowling... yet again! It'll be a good time! I *heart* bowling! I also *heart* winning TVs and DVD players and minifrigdes and money and all that junk, but we'll see if that happens!
Anyway, word of the day: stoopid! Because the school computers are totally that!!! We're getting a new server and it's taking FOREVER!!! It was supposed to be done in a weekend, and it's turned into three weeks. Yeah, it's dumb. We can't log on and we have a huge religion assignment to do, and we can't get into our H drives! It really sucks. Anyway, that's my rant... so I'm done now... and I could stop typing but I have nothing else to do, so I'm gonna keep doing it... plus it's fun to see how many people read this to the very end... Maybe I could take a poll... If you read this blog to the very end, leave a comment and tell me about it... could be fun... but seriously, I'm done now. You can stop reading... really, I mean itl... stop reading... you're done... I'm done... we're both done... stop it!!! You fool... stop reading now! I hate you... okay, so I really don't... I just like to say it! But really, I'm telling the truth... I'm gonna stop now. Leave a comment! It'll be fun. Bye!

Saturday, April 09, 2005

I'm alive!!

Well that was the title of a totally awesome blog I wrote the other night... but when I hit the button to publish it, that little "this page cannot be displayed" thing came up! *Grumble cakes*
So ya... I had a real cool entry, it was about what I have been doing, my feelings about the recent world events and other random junk.
So here is a recreation of that blog.

Well everyone, contrary to what Judit believes I am still alive and for the most part well. I have been doing lots of junk lately, thats why I haven't had time to blog. There has been school and work and parties and trying to sleep. Thats mostly it, more recently we (all the students on campus) have been trying to avoid the horrible smell of the lagoon on the south end of campus. Since school is out of town we have our own lagoon on campus and since the ground is thawing and the wind is blowing (which by the way it is totally windy and it seems like there is never a day when it isn't blowing) in the right direction, we get the crap smell blown twoards us. It's so disgusting, most of the time it just makes you want to gag. But I am gonna stop writing about this, since it is gross. Um... what else, there was one of my friend's birthdays, we went out and had a good time, there was a karoke dance last night, which Meche came to... because she is a smart kid and is coming to my school next year!!! She is here for early registration, so that is all kinds of fun! Another of our good friends was supposed to be here, but she couldn't come becuase of work (guess you will just have to find out Judit)!

I then wrote about some of the recent world events like the Terri Shiavo case and the Pope's death, but right now I am in a good mood, and don't really feel like writing about them, because it will make me sad.

Um... then I think that was about it, I don't really remeber, it was late at night and I was tired, so I wasn't thinking real clearly. Any ways, I hope all is well with the people who read this blog, and I will say that things are good here.
O ya, then I decided to say good bye, in case I don't blog again for 2 months, so here it is again:


Quote of the day:
~"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live." ~ John 11:25

Friday, April 08, 2005

What Up?!!

Since it sounds as though everyone is just dying to hear from me, here it goes. Umm. . .not real sure what to write about. I guess I'll talk about the killerly awesome career day, with a hint of sarcasm, we had at school on Wednesday. It was sooooo boring, the only half way interesting part was the Pharmacy talk when we got all this free stuff from the drug companies, like a mug that stirs itself!!!
My friend, shrimp lofter is also about to have her birthday party. We will go bowling, yet again. Should be a blast since I'm totally gonna beat Maurice!!! I have also been banned from getting Shrimp Lofter any Hello Kitty stuff.
Well, that's about all I can think of, my life's pretty boring which is why I never blog about it because I don't want to bore anyone to death. And if you're still reading this, I congratulate you!! You're really shrimptastic!

Thursday, April 07, 2005

The Strife is O're, the Battle Done!

No, this post is not going to be a deep look into the resurrection. It's going to be about my severely busy day. It all started Tuesday night when I realized I had a 7-8 page research paper, 5 days worth of physics homework, the Song of Roland (about 4,000 lines), logic homework (that everyone was saying was hard, confusing, and very time consuming), plus a theology test that requires 5-7 days (if not a couple weeks) of studying. When was all this due? You may be thinking next week some time, or even Friday. No, this was all due the very next day, starting at 8:30 with physics and ending at 7pm with the theology test. They way it all went down, was I stayed up all Tuesday night writing my research paper. I made much use of chocolate covered coffee beans, Coke, and drinking cold Spaghetti O's from a mug. Now, I didn't do this for lack of microwave or eating utensils, I did it, because at 3am, Spaghetti O's taste pretty good cold. And drinking them makes it all the more fun. (That's not God's way.) I finished my paper at 7:45 am, just in time to find out Ren's printer wasn't workin. (Oh joy.) So I ate some more coffee beans, grabbed the blown up picture of Fr. Mastreoni's face & headed over to the Commons with CARDUCCI & Kateri where we proceed to play a little joke on Fr. I then ate sugar cereal & went to physics. (Who didn't have her homework done?) In the middle of physics, I crashed. So between that class & Lit, I went to Coeli & slept on the couch. Luckily friend CARDUCCI had printed out my paper & brought it to me. I *heart* CARDUCCI. Then went to Lit where I struggled to take notes. (That class isn't the most entertaining anyway!) I then went back to my room & crashed. I woke up in time to do what truely was very confusing & had & time consuming Logic homework. Then went to Logic and got even more confused. After that I began studying for my theology test. Then supper/meeting with Fr. about the nun run. Coke with supper. Then more studying. Then more coffee beans. Then the test. Phew. It actually wasn't that bad. Then I went back to my room and SLEPT! (After calling my mother, of course.) The question is, how much is physically possible to fit in 24 hours?
Oh, and John wrote piece about me on the fiddleback page. Ya'll should read it. (It's also linked on the side bar.)
Christos anesti!

Monday, April 04, 2005

Christos anesti!

That's Greek for Christ is risen! The proper response is "Alethos anesti!" Meaning "Truly He has risen!" Or "He has risen indeed!" Anyways, Happy Easter to ya'll. I have to say, this was the best Easter I've ever had, bar non. For the Easter Triduum I was at a cloistered Carmelite convent in Morristown, NJ. Talk about hard core! Tenebrae (morning prayer) started at 5am each morning and went until about 7am. Plus it was chanted in Latin. Yea, stay awake for that if you don't know what's going on! But we managed. We ended up visiting 8 convents in 5 days. Wow! If you ever do a nun run, that's too many! Don't do it! It was super crazy, but even more fun. I wasn't sure I was going to like it, but I am so glad I went! My favorite was the Dominican Sisters of Hawthorne. They were awesome! They take care of dying cancer patients. I know that's crazy, you think of Dominicans, you think of teaching. But these sisters are a bit of odd ducks. I really, really liked them. I encourage all young women to check them out. I have put their web site on the side bar. Another addition to the side bar is a blog called Country Girl. It belongs to my proctor & fellow nun runner Kateri. If you want to see so wicked awesome pictures of my spring break, go there.
This post is getting long, but I feel it wouldn't be complete without a word about Terri Schivo & Pope John Paul II. First of all, I'd like to say that it's an outrage that Micheal Schivo was legally allowed to starve his wife to death. Terri was not a vegetable, she was a person. A person with an immortal soul. But it's important to note that Terri was not the first person to be killed legally in this country. There have been other cases of legalized euthinasia in the US. I find it terribly hypocrytical that some killers are put behind bars, some killed themselves (which is also wrong), but others are allowed to go free. The judicial system has indeed failed us. It's time for the youth to say enough is enough! People like Judge Greere and Micheal Schivo have had their chance. Some day they may be on the other side. That's when we say "NO! We will not kill you as you killed others!" We will stand up for life as Pope John Paul II did in his living, and in his dying. I have known no other pope and I have loved him dearly. I truly do feel like an orphan right now, as I, & the rest of the world, have no Holy Father to lead right now. He will be missed. Pray for him & pray through him! Now I realize this is getting really long, but I feel this must be written. This was spoken by our beloved Pope in 2002 at World Youth Day.
“Dear young people, do not be content with anything less than the highest ideals! Do not let yourselves be dispirited by those who are disillusioned with life and have grown deaf to the deepest and most authentic desires of the heart. The time has come to re-propose wholeheartedly to everyone this high standard of ordinary Christian living. Refuse to sell your dreams cheaply. Watch out for the dangerous ways that lead to passing joys and satisfaction. Deepen your relationship with God through prayer. Prayer spreads Divine energy. It makes us live in a new way and gives rise to a revolutionary evangelical style.”
JP II, we love you!

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Foosball, Pool and Bowling!

So, praying in Taco Bell is really cool!!! Yesterday was the last day of the Chaplet of Divine Mercy Novina and my youth-group friends (we'll call them Maurice, Jim Bob, Shrimp Lofter, Magdalena, The Annoying One, and The Youth Minister) were bowling... again. We do that a lot! Anyway, we were going to pray at the bowling alley, but we wanted to sing it and there were a lot of people there that we didn't want to disturb. So we decided to go somewhere a little less busy: Taco Bell! (It was almost midnight by that time.)
So we caravaned across town to get some food and to get our prayer on (tee hee) but when we got there, there were tons of people! So we just said it instead of singing :(.
Oh, and my church's bells don't work, so when Pope John Paul II died, we didn't have anything to ring! But, the other Catholic parish rang their bells for 27 minutes. I really wish I could have met him. He was just such an amazing man, so faithful and so good with the youth! I really admired him and I know I'm not the only one!!! But, I'm sure he went straight to heaven. If anyone deserves to pass by purgatory, JPII does!
So, instead of a word of the day, I'm just going to say: "Be not afraid." We love you and will miss you, JPII!