"Guess what they found in this couple's attic? A mass of...mutilated people."

This week we have had some interesting discussions. These include: evolution, predestination, whether humans could be happy if you didn't need sleep, writing stories from a molestor's perspective, and drawing cartoons. I think I've come to the conclusion that most people act quite stupid, but really they aren't. People are capable of alot. They are smart underneath it all. They just don't like to think; they like to do. It amazes me what some people are really capable of. I have intense discussions with friends I never would have expected. Gaston told us the other day, when speaking of the formation of the intellect and education: "We have fallen mightily." I think I believe him.

Sunday night was a good time. Starting an extremely odd creative club and ordering pizza...I mean it dosen't get much better than that. Common rooms are beautiful things as well. At FUS we appreciate them. They are wonderful.

Also, we witness intense snowball fights amongst the Brothers and the Lions, and an occasional Disciple. I was invited to participate in one the night we randomly got 879 inches of snow in one hour. I refused. I hate being cold. I hate being cold especially when, just a few days ago, I was basking underneath the beautiful sunshine, on a hill, in a dress, with flip flops, watching frisbees glide through the air in seventy dregree bliss. I do not appreciate blizzards. It also was extrememly disappointing to bear a two hour delay, because I was up at 6am and couldn't fall back asleep. I took up studying, I was so bored. This evening, I walked past Francis and saw a large congregation of guys. "That's one intense snowball fight," I remark. My sensible Mexican roommate then comments, "Uh there is no snowball fight going on actually." Right.

This weekend at the caf I was virtuosly listening to a young friend's experiences with some girls. I was told, "Yeah, Theresa, and it's different with you, because you're not a woman, you're a buddy, you know." I didn't know. Thank you for telling me you don't find me the least bit atttractive. Thank you for that, buddy.

Midterms are approaching. This is depressing. My HCC midterm is the equivalent of a doctorate dissertation, I swear. My brain better be up to this task.

And that's how it's done folkssss.

Swaying to the Rhythm Love On This Fine Day

God is good! GAHH! Words can't describe emotion, hardly at all anyway. Josh Harris says it's like trying to capture the grandeur of the Grand Canyon with a disposable camera. I think it's like that. Emotion canot be recaptured in words. It's like trying to explain falling in love, or having your breath taken away, or being profoundly moved. Words are just mumblings, but true wonder is something that cannot be described. I love it.

I'm officially crazy, I think. Today I was walking to breakfast and I just walked in ecstasy: happy to be alive. Pondering the beauty of the morning, the life of creation, the cute old ladies in the caf, the rhythm of life, the joy of Mass, the joy of people, the gorgeousness of soft music, the complexity of human thought and the wonder of frienship... It's ridiculous, just walking to the dumb caf my mind and my soul just go crazy.

IT"S GOOD TO BE ALIVE!
AND THAT"S HOW I'M ROLLING TODAY!

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Today is Valentine's Day. Mostly mine consisted of eating cake, munching on an apple fritter, studying, and receiving a High School Musical Valentine from my dear friend Sara. It was so exhilerating I could hardly take it. I texted my dear old father to wish him a happy day. His response was "how sweet". WELL. Some daughters are receiving candy and roses and cookies and giftcards and balloons from the rents today. My parents are not creative on Valentine's Day at all. Tests on eyelids getting sewn shut with wire are great. Dante is very nice to read. So is the Dante Club. There is a man who is eaten alive by maggots and flies feasting on his fleshhhhhh.

There is also one very exciting thing that happpened today but ALAS it is a secret.

And there is nothing else to write about today.

Stress + Sickness = Pain

College is just a TAD ridiculous. For the past few hours, my lovely roommate and I have been pouring over course schedules, academic checklists, and major requirement sheets. One of us is adding a major, and one of us is dropping a major. I don't even know who is doing what anymore. She could be majoring in Humanities and Economics, and I could be majoring in Accounting and Catholic Culture for all I know. The fact is I don't know anymore. It's far too complex for the average idiot freshman to figure out on his own.

Life is full of big questions, and usually I am up for trying to ponder deep questions and bask in the glory of complex thought. Say one thing about the meaning of life or the purpose of education, and I will jump off the cliff outside and die on the roof of the Chinese take-out joint.

The education system is something that I am very skeptical about today. Sad day. I am still sick and distraught. Sadder day.

This is Apollo 13, signing flipping off.

Our hats go off to you, Green Bay

The famed game occured last night. For a small campus, where everyone knows each other, you would think that it would have been quite loud in the JC last night. It was not. I was happy, because I could barely breathe or see. Being sick is not enjoyable. First of all, my eyes are now bright red. This makes my blue eyes look demonic. Second, I can't speak or breathe, two things that I rather like doing. Zero fun sir.

Even though Pittsburgh is a mere stone's throw away, I could not bring myself to root for the Steelers. My darling younger brother has been a Packers' fan forever, and I know more about that team than I really care to know. Nevertheless, I felt pretty good about cheering for Donald Driver. And they won. And, I noticed that a large number of guys from a certain household were also cheering for the Packers. This made me feel good.

On Friday night we hijacked a minivan and went to the movies. I was told I drive like a grandma. I most definitely do not. I have been pulled over twice and rear ended two individuals. And I almost killed my father when I just about flung the car over the draw bridge. The movie we watched was THE RITE. It was very well done, in my humble opinion. I have never screamed in a movie before. First time for everything. Demons are an interesting subject. Spiritual warfare, possession, all that lovely stuff. I find myself disussing that with friends over lunch often.

O My Goodness. We found the most darling beautiful adorable mini apple pies in Walmart for sixty three cents. Best sixty three cents I have ever spent.

I need money. I am willing to do lots of things for it. Such as calling my dad and begging for more of it. Even though I lose all the money I receive. I still have not found the fifty dollars which I lost. This does not warm my heart. I found twenty dollars on the sidewalk by Tommy More! Glorious Day! I am a very good child and turned it into switchboard. This was probably a mistake. They said I could have it if no one claimed it. I have not been contacted. Disappointment.

Last thought for the day: I LOVE SARA ALEXANDER. :)