Dead Blog

Ugh, this is sick.

*echo*

Lordy.

*echo* echo *echo*

Remind me to post something here later, will ya?

O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.

From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being loved...
From the desire of being extolled ...
From the desire of being honored ...
From the desire of being praised ...
From the desire of being preferred to others...
From the desire of being consulted ...
From the desire of being approved ...
From the fear of being humiliated ...
From the fear of being despised...
From the fear of suffering rebukes ...
From the fear of being calumniated ...
From the fear of being forgotten ...
From the fear of being ridiculed ...
From the fear of being wronged ...
From the fear of being suspected ...

That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I ...
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease ...
That others may be chosen and I set aside ...
That others may be praised and I unnoticed ...
That others may be preferred to me in everything...
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should. Amen.

Feast of Epiphany [celebrated]

I'll pass on that, though, because we celebrated it in my house yesterday--on the feast itself.

I spent several hours with my brother, my laptop, and three guitars the other night. We sat up till all hours searching for tab on the internet, which we proceeded to play with gusto. He's really good, and I stink, so it evened out. I now know the words to the entire chorus of Sweet Home Alabama! Go me.

So, I go back to school Thursday. I have Poetry and Poetics, Shakespeare, Social Teachings of the Church, Theology of Worship and its Music, Modern Philosophy, and Apologetics to look forward to. I have a proctorship at a house dorm, which means time 'away from campus' will be somewhat more plentiful, and I think I have a job as well. Yay!

My job here in town wound down (again) last night, with a staff dinner at the Italian place we like. Fun stuff--I was made to demonstrate the way I count on my fingers, soundly made fun of, and that was that. The trick is, of course, that I know more about the entire student body than almost anyone else in that place. They'd better be nice to me, or the mailers will never get sent out. ;-) I won't come back in the summer unless they're going to treat me right.

Electronic Guilt

I think my subconscious was in on the game when I made my blog my homepage. Considering the fact that I get online about 40 times a day, or at least open internet explorer 40 times a day, that means I get to see this page 40 times. In all it's unchanging, outdated glory.

Every morning, I get up and see that I haven't posted in a week. Blah.