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There's a piece of writing I intend to post which should appear tonight, but for now, just wanted to put a couple things out there:
This is my last day of work and I'm free until the Campus Ministry chairs move back on the 29th and commence the serious business of fighting over whether to have a Latin Mass and whether calling ourselves the light of the world is pig-headed and demonstrative of a total lack of understanding of biblical context. And yes, I picked both of those fights with the CM president. She hates Latin Masses because she doesn't know enough Latin to pervert them and the fact that she's not an Apostle has somehow missed her entirely.
I had a dream last night about a bunch of the crew at Matty's house. It was late and we were talking, and eventually we decided to just stay the night, and so everybody paired off and took the various beds and couches together, and there was an odd number of people, so I wound up sleeping on the floor by myself. And then the cat attacked my face and I woke up (at four the fuck AM, by the way). The little Sigmund Freud and the little Carl Jung that live in my head have been laughing at me and teasing me in German since then.
But clearly any psych major, whether or not they drank the Jung Kool-aid or shot up with the Freud Cocaine, can tell you what that's about. I'm sure Katie will have a theory to offer, once she finishes sqeeing like a fangirl over the fact that I said Jung in a sentence. I e-mailed a more complete description to Fr. Guido who said among other things, "Clearly your subconscious is telling you that you need to get yourself a damn girlfriend...boyfriend...whatever. Work on that," and Fr. Elias who said, "Stop pining for Neil." It turns out I'm so obvious a priest who had us in class noticed.
Anyway, the moral of the story is say nice things to me so I can be superficially happy and pretend that I'm utile to those around me.
This is my last day of work and I'm free until the Campus Ministry chairs move back on the 29th and commence the serious business of fighting over whether to have a Latin Mass and whether calling ourselves the light of the world is pig-headed and demonstrative of a total lack of understanding of biblical context. And yes, I picked both of those fights with the CM president. She hates Latin Masses because she doesn't know enough Latin to pervert them and the fact that she's not an Apostle has somehow missed her entirely.
I had a dream last night about a bunch of the crew at Matty's house. It was late and we were talking, and eventually we decided to just stay the night, and so everybody paired off and took the various beds and couches together, and there was an odd number of people, so I wound up sleeping on the floor by myself. And then the cat attacked my face and I woke up (at four the fuck AM, by the way). The little Sigmund Freud and the little Carl Jung that live in my head have been laughing at me and teasing me in German since then.
But clearly any psych major, whether or not they drank the Jung Kool-aid or shot up with the Freud Cocaine, can tell you what that's about. I'm sure Katie will have a theory to offer, once she finishes sqeeing like a fangirl over the fact that I said Jung in a sentence. I e-mailed a more complete description to Fr. Guido who said among other things, "Clearly your subconscious is telling you that you need to get yourself a damn girlfriend...boyfriend...whatever. Work on that," and Fr. Elias who said, "Stop pining for Neil." It turns out I'm so obvious a priest who had us in class noticed.
Anyway, the moral of the story is say nice things to me so I can be superficially happy and pretend that I'm utile to those around me.
