To Catch a Thief...

"Set a spring loaded trap, a hallway full of sharp, swiftly moving blades, a widdowmaker and a scorpion pit" Okay, that's not an exact Terry Pratchett quote, but it's close. I like that. I saw the Hitchcock movie by that name. It was okay. I guessed who was the thief straight off. And I really disliked that movie for whatever reason. I was reminded of the Bourne Identity, again for whatever reason and I really liked that. Except for that whole stupid bit at the hotel, but Hollywood showed some surprising restraint with that. I was pleased. Even though I fastforwarded. I don't think that characters in action movies should ever go further than a kiss. Yes, I know, I'm weird. Meh, deal with it or get lost. Gah, I need my fanfic fix (sounds redundant when read aloud), but I have to finish my reading. Happy feast of... >checking calander< the Dedication of Sts Peter and Paul for you in the Roman rite and the feast day of Sts Plato and Roman in the Eastern rite. Until my next post.
Glory to Jesus Christ! Glory Forever!

Breaking the Habit

Ye-es, I like that song. But anyway, I'm breaking the habit in two ways, one, I missed my daily rosary last night! >cries<>sighs< So that's a good habit I unfortunately broke. Here' s the bad one I'm trying to break- consistant use of those dratted blue pens! Gah, what I wouldn't give for a Parker pen... Can't think of any thing else to say, except my stomach is crawling up my backbone in an attempt to tell me it's lunch time. We have really crummy food here, but at least it's three squares. Kinda. Actually I'm going for salad for quite some time now. Wish me luck! Oh. There was something I was forgetting. I was going to post my PPC mission here, but I left it on my disk in my room. I'll sort that out later, possibly even later tonight. Oh, right... Hockey sticks Week. Maybe not.... And I still have two classes to get to.

Pens

I know, this is a very random post... but I need it. I have 6 sentences of Latin still to translate, and I should write something incredibly indepth and thoughtful, but my brain feels oddly fried and I'm not sure when it's going to get better. Anyway, I have blue ink stains all over my hands. Why? Because my pens are evil. I have this stupid 'Pilot precision rolling ball ink pens' and I have three more blue ones, one black and one green to go through before I run out. And yes, I intend to use them all up completely. Even though, for no apparent reason, about the second or third time I use them, they start dripping ink all over my hands. I suppose my reason for continuing to use such odd, annoying pens is partially psychological. During middle school, I only used fountain pens and they were no where near as annoying, but occasionally I would get ink stains on my hands. Unlike the ink stains I'm currently getting, they would wipe off fairly easily with a little bit of water. On the rare occasions that ink pens suddenly decided to explode, one could easily get out of class for five minutes or so to clean up. I liked getting ink on my hands then, not to get out of class, but in a way I suppose, to prove that I was working... I don't need that any more, but for whatever reason I can't stop using these annoying pens. But after I've used them all up, I am never buying them again. I really miss my cheapy fountain pens, and I'd do serious injury to obtain a beautiful Parker pen. I have cartridges, black _and_ blue ones... >sigh<. I really do miss my Parker... now all they have are these dumb roller balls..... Gah.. I'll post something again soonish.. Happy day after the Octave of All Saints...

Errare humanum est...

Well, as my fall break draws to a close far too soon, I find myself with nothing to do and no one to talk to, so here I am. Technically I suppose I could find someone to talk to, but I don't feel like being social right now. I also could be writing a Lit paper that's kind of due Thursday (the 'kind of' bit being a penalty free extension to next Tuesday). But I'm not. Instead I am considering ranting and raving on a number of topics, or perhaps giving a movie review of the incredible movie I Confess. If you're Catholic and haven't seen it, see it ASAP. I could also rant about the tiny library here or certain people here, but that might be destructive and pointless. Perhaps I could vent my thoughts on switching rites? I _do_ have reasons, I'm just not sure if I have enough.
Maybe I ought to share my thoughts on the choas of the knowledge of the fact that I'm pretty certain I didn't end up where God wanted me to be, but I' m not sure and I don't think I ever will be because I'm not a saint no matter how hard I try, and I'm certainly not as good as everyone thinks I am and I wish to the stars I had kept a journal up until this point in time. What's the point of journals though? A catalog of mistakes? A way to open up old wounds and feel the pain just as badly as when it first started? Why am I getting on an angst kick? Better still, why am I publishing my angst kick?
Okay, switching topics violently and in such a manner that those who have not fastened their safety belts will be bruised if nothing else, I shall all interested parties know what's happened at this school and give you some idea of _some_ but not all of the people here. Pretty much everyone here is a scholarship recipient. Okay, no problem with that. With an SAT score of 1350 and some mega-haggling on the part of certain members of my family, I recieved a 1/3 scholarship. Some of my roommates got a full ride. I thought 'Good for them, that's terrific'. They also recieved a stipend (we're freshmensch, not grad students, in case anyone's wondering) and though it wasn't much of one, it was some. Still, not much of a problem. Okay, I was a _trifle_ jealous, but not much- until I learned that _they have no minimum GPA_. NONE! I have a minimum of 2.9, I think, and with my math class and my Latin class this semester, I may be pushing that...So I should shut up, get off the keyboard and start studying, right? Well, I should, and I will at some point today, but not right now. Maybe I wouldn't mind it so much if I thought they deserved it (God forbid we should get what we deserve, if God gave us what we deserved we couldn't stand it, if He is merciful to us, we are ungrateful, we are unworthy blockheads 99.999999 percent of the time, I think...) but I've proof read their papers prior to them seeing the writing center about them, and they aren't A students in my opinion. I realize English is their second language, but to recieve such scholarships, I really think they ought to be more proficient. >sighs<
Oh, in other news! I now have my own room! More on why in the next post which will hopefully be published no later than a week from today.