Imitation

Fluorescent creeps

I never realized how creepy my room looks
... with fluorescent lighting.

Test Shots

Test shots from my new camera, which is surprisingly great! Aw, thanks God :)

Obligatory cat and foliage pictures as follows...

A Patron

You will find out that Charity is a heavy burden to carry, heavier than the kettle of soup and the full basket. But you will keep your gentleness and your smile. It is not enough to give soup and bread. This the rich can do. You are the servant of the poor, always smiling and good-humored. They are your masters, terribly sensitive and exacting masters as you will see. And the uglier and the dirtier they will be, the more unjust and insulting, the more love you must give them. It is only for your love alone that the poor will forgive you the bread you give to them.

• St. Vincent de Paul, as quoted in Homelessness in America: A Forced March to Nowhere (1982), p. 121

How to have Lucid Dreams

So maybe you can start doing the rosary while you sleep, too.

1. Keep dream journal

2. Make habit of reality checks

3. Watch for patterns in your dream

4. When those patterns happen in real life, perform reality checks

It's really kind of creepy though.

Wow, you're done already!

i don't know why, but i love making stuffs. it's fun. and it keeps me away from the t.v. I think that's why God made it fun.

Made a paper wallet. Don't know how long it's going to last! But it's conveniently flat, and I don't think anyone would suspect that it has money in it.

http://www.instructables.com/id/Paper-Wallet/

Fr. Bing is awesome (but only because God said so)

No matter what it is they're talking about, it's weird. I always always always (x3) feel like it's specifically directed to me.

Which is super.

Even if this was from Pentecost, it was relevant to now which is crazy. Life is crazy in the little things.

Little things always count.

Hopefully, Pale Mike will preside at the Newman Center tomorrow.

Blogs Blogs Bogs Hogs Hoogs Free Hoogs

So, I was trying--again--to really understand how the Divine Office works and came across this picture of this monk with an awkwardly burgundy background.

It was so awkward I just had to share it.

Anyway, seeing as I am now going to take this blog more sherioushly, here is the seriousness.

I just got an email from a guy named John Jansen. I "virtually" met him almost a year ago, when I was all cahoots about starting a youth pro-life ministry. He was the president of "Generations for Life" which is a national pro-life YOUTH group, awesome, they send out free stuff, which I no doubt have and unfortunately don't know how to share yet.

He met someone from Guam at a huge protest, "Face the Truth Tour", which is an amazing "coincidence," or shall I say.............. God'sincidience??? (and I shall say! ho ho ho)

He asked if I would like to be a guest writer on the GFL blog! Random! But ultimately I thought, I don't want to write, because I feel like I'm going to just going to be showing off my writing skills. I thought, never mind, I don't even want to deal with that.

Which is kind of the attitude I had about this lil' blog right here. I just kept it ultimately for myself.

But no more!!!! Where would I be if St. Francis de Sales said, I'll be too proud if I write! Or St. Therese of Liseux. Or St. Augustine. Or St. Thomas Aquinas. Or St. ... Or... or or or etc etc etc etc.

But then again, those awesome peeps had superiors that made them do it. I don't, but this is what happened to me.

I planned to ask God for permission to continue writing, but I was already biased against it, so I went ahead and did my prayer for my third day of the renewal of Total Consecration. The "random" reading I "chose" was Matthew Chapter 5.

Read through the Beatitudes, which was nice, but nothing stood out. Then I got to this part:

You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt lose its savour, wherewith shall it be salted? It is good for nothing any more but to be cast out, and to be trodden on by men. You are the light of the world. A city seated on a mountain cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but upon a candlestick, that it may shine to all that are in the house. (Matt 5:13-15)

An immediate, shining, and satisfying click. Hello!! How can I be so selfish and not share what God gave me, a small ability to write?? It's not like my actual skill or talent is something I can take pride in, because not only does everyone have a talent, but what is really worthy of praise is merely saying "Yes," to God, and really... compared to creating an entire cosmos I don't think it's that much of a big deal. (Though it's always something to be grateful for.)

Aaaaand that skill or talent is not something we created or really even fostered anyway.

So there. That's my schpiel. Which is actually spelled "spiel."

oh noooooo....

... people might actually read what I'm writing now!! eek eek eek

noooo

time to get serious

hahahah.

I might get a camera soon, which might help because I'm more of a visual person. And then I can sell all my posessions on etsy for outrageous prices and give all the money to WYD/PYA/LIFE yessssssss

awesome.

Recorded Dream #3

This blog is ugly. But then again, who's really reading it? If you are, let me know so i can make it un-ugly.

Today is a good day because it is another day wherein i remember that there is something to care about.

But to see a light oppressed isn't a happy thing in itself. It is a little frustrating to know that you would be able to help, seeing as you have gone through almost the exact same thing, but alas, you can never forget free-will. Which is something I should be happy about rather than frustrated.

Am i just stupid? Am i plotting something out of my reach? Am i just now vulnerable to myself and my passions? If this weren't an adventure i would be totally boring myself.

Is this something so esoteric that i won't even know what i'm talking about reading this a week from now? Should i stay away from something that needs to be esoteric?

(Well, on a side note, privacy shouldn't necessarily be a warning sign considering the function of a chapel veil.)

Within the two minutes that I have left my computer to hang my rain-drenched clothes as my mom asked me to, I just realized how gay and time-wasting this pondering about this subject has been. Yeah, why didn't i just go straight to praying for the little man??

and maybe i just have to contend with the possibility that some people will choose to be stuck forever.

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so i had a dream about liturgical abuse.

i was in a church, but i've never been there before, except maybe in another dream, don't remember. i was in the past; i time-travelled in my dream. it was an AOLG Mass. the presider processed to the front in a mask and instead of the readings they presented excerpts from the Lord of the Rings. I was sitting there observing quietly because I knew this already happened so I couldn't really get mad, because it wouldn't do anything. The "pope" was there laughing and approving of the monstrosity, except it wasn't Joseph Ratzinger it was some other guy who looked like him, and i could tell because of his obvious American accent.

don't remember much else. jade turned into chelsea ulloa. which is weird because i saw them both today. and the one new video on my subscriptions is a video about reform of liturgy.

cuh-razyy!!

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My Mama is sooooo incredible.

There are literally no words to adequately do her justice. There's nothing else to do but give my entire life for her. ugh just

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