Saturday, April 15, 2006

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

I take a look at my wife, and realize she's very plain. Oh, wait. No... yes.... no... oops.

Well, anydangway, that's not important. While I was at Stations today, I finally (and don't be mistaken, I HAVE been trying to figure this out for a while) discovered what I want my last words to be. Or, at least, what I want on my tombstone.

The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
When evildoers assail me, uttering slanders against me, my adversaries and foes, they shall stumble and fall.
Though a host encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war arise against me, yet I will be confident.
Psalms 27, 1-3.

I just think that's really freakin' cool. If I don't remember it at my death, maybe I can still recite it before the superbowl, at least. Then the other team will be all "Whoa."
So, yeah, just thought y'all should know that. So, right, forget that it's 4 AM, it's back to work for me! I can go to bed once I reach page 5. Enjoy Easter, peeps!

I'll pour a 40 on the curb for all my homies that can't be with me.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Break, is it? Sometimes I wonder...

Well, here I am.

That's pretty much been the mood since I got back yesterday evening. Here I am. I didn't even start on my Schwartz paper until tonight, and that's feeling somewhat unmotivated. And why? Partially 'cause, I mean, who wants to write a 15 page paper? Honestly, though, this "break" feels less like a break than any other. I just kinda lie around. There's no one to hang out with(Save A-Jay, but she spends much of her time preparing for her marriage. That's right, A-Jay, I resent you! You and your "husband to be". You losers are leaving me in the dust! Dirt-bags. Heh, nah, I'm just kiddin'.. I'm psyched about the whole thing, but you can't blame me for being a little sad about it.), nowhere to go, and nothing to do! I'm not even working this break because of this damn paper. Meanwhile, Leah and the campus-staying-on-people are partying it up in Front Royal. Well, have fun while you can, fools. I'll be back soon enough.

I got a haircut. It's very short. Yeah.

At least I DID finally start my paper. I almost have a paragraph. So, y'know, I've got that goin' for me. No, I'm not looking for pity, I realize I did this to myself. I procrastinate, it's what I do. Though, maybe I'd procrastinate less if a certain someone didn't egg me on, keeping me up 'till all hours of the night so that I sleep in. Curse you.

I'm getting confirmed finally. Easter vigil, won't that be fun? Last time I went to one o' those, I got back at like 3:30 AM. Yikes. Bah, but I don't care. I mean, it's worth it, right? Sacraments are quality, after all.

Cat. I'm a kitty cat. And I dance, dance, dance, and I dance, dance, dance.

WHAT AM I DOING?! GET BACK TO THE PAPER, JOE!!! HOW DID JOHN RYAN FIGHT THE NAZIS?! Uh, I mean, introduce Catholic Social teachings to american culture...?

Right, well, back to work. Ciao.