Wednesday, April 30, 2008

What do normal people do on dates?

Because I can't think of anything better than sitting together and reading Calvin and Hobbes until your sides hurt from laughing so hard.

Monday, April 28, 2008

"I'm not sure I can stand so much bliss"*

So. Last week was pretty eventful.

As you might have guessed, I got inducted into Servants of the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus on Monday night. The only thing that could have made that more awesome would have been if Tantum Ergo had inducted Scott. As is, he gets to call himself The Last Sacramental and we get to have another induction party next semester. Two parties are better than one, right?

Then on Wednesday we (me, Scott, some household brothers and sisters) went out to celebrate the induction of the second-to-last Sacramental. That was kind of fun, although the music was so loud that it precluded conversation. I like parties where I can talk.

On Friday Scott and I went to Open Mic again, but for various reasons we didn't stay long. Instead we found a bench outside my dorm and just sat there for about 45 minutes. We talked a little bit, but not more than half a dozen sentences in the whole time. I've discovered in my relationship with Scott that it is really fun to be able to talk to people, but even more fun when you don't have to talk; when you can just enjoy each other's presence.

On Saturday we Did Not Go To Formal. Our rationale was thus: I do not like dances. My date does not like dances. Why would we go to a dance?

However, I am not so aloof that I am entirely immune to the lure of Formal. When everybody else is getting ready and I'm sitting by myself doing homework, I forget that I don't like dances. So instead of sitting by myself doing homework, I went over to Scott's dorm and we camped out in a common room to have a little geek party. He tried to teach me how to dance (with little success; I have no sense of rhythm whatsoever), we played Scrabble (we tied--seriously), we read lots and lots of Calvin and Hobbes (comic books kindly lent by my household coordinator).

We also talked some. I drew a picture of a horse while waiting for Scott to take his turns at Scrabble and once I was done asked what I should name it. He said Cauliflower. I begged to differ as to the suitability of that name. Shortly thereafter I spelt equid on a double-word-score box and was so proud of myself that I dubbed my sketched equid "Scrabble". Scott wanted to know why that was a better name than Cauliflower. There was some other stuff that I forget, and then I told him that he should not be responsible for naming things. To which he replied that he still thinks it would be fun to have triplets named Faith, Hope, and Charity. To which I replied that I just won't have triplets and then we won't have to disagree. Objectively speaking, however, I probably shouldn't be responsible for naming things either. Although I am quite adamantly against having theological-virtue triplets, I do like Philomena (another of Scott's suggestions) and I really want a daughter named Brigid. She'll be in therapy by the time she's 40 from trying to convince people that the g is hard. My poor, poor children.

As you are picturing this in your heads, dear readers, you must also picture the RA popping in every hour or so just to check up on us. That's what RAs do, after all. Also there was one point at which we got hungry so we walked down to the JC and got sandwiches and smoothies. Scott wanted to pay for it but didn't have quite enough cash on hand. I would have made up the few dollars still necessary but I didn't have enough small bills. So I gave the cashier my 20 and then Scott and I engaged in complicated moneychanging that satisfied us but probably confused the cashier. Oh well. What with it being Formal night and all he probably hadn't had any customers the whole night. We made his shift interesting.

So, dear readers, I ask you: If you had the choice between going to a dance and spending the night in the manner outlined above, would you not choose the above? If your answer is "no"...well, that's why I'm the one dating Scott and you're not. So we're both happy.

*title courtesy of Hobbes

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

One Picture


Which shows how hilariously lovable my household brothers are.

Oh, and we are officially brothers and sister now, these hilariously lovable guys and I. As of Monday night. :D

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Yeah, I'm a Genius

Conundrum: My clock-radio hasn't been emitting noise properly for the last two days. This is a problem as I prefer awakening to music over the annoying ringing of my cell phone alarm.

Solution: Unplugging the headphones from the jack.

(On an unrelated note, there will be another photo post as soon as I get a chance to upload some pictures.)

Sunday, April 20, 2008

A Piece of the Puzzle

Last night the Servants had Senior Honoring, in which we did sweet and silly things for the two girls who are graduating in less than three weeks--including my "big sister" (whom I will miss terribly).

The schedule included dinner, which was a team effort by various people. I helped make the cake. After we had eaten, the dining room and kitchen were both cleared in an amazingly short amount of time. When you have about a dozen girls working things do go pretty quickly, but I was still amazed by the speed of cleanup and commented to that effect. One of my sisters replied, "Yep, we're the Marthas." I thought, But aren't we the Marys too?

I didn't say it out loud because as soon as I thought it I realized the answer is yes. And as soon as I realized that I was struck dumb by the sudden realization, This is why.

You see, I've been asked probably twenty times in the past few weeks why I chose the Servants as my household, and the best answer I could give was because being with them felt like being home.

Now I think I know why. It has always been a personal paradox of mine that I have a very introverted, contemplative temperament; yet God is calling me to serve Him in the world. I could never quite figure out how that worked.

My sisters might not have the answer to my puzzle, but they are seeking the answer to the same paradox--how do you be a Servant to others while still contemplating the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus? In other words, how do you do the work of Martha while staying, like Mary did, ever at the feet of Christ?

Saturday, April 19, 2008

A Photo Post

Because I need a break from writing the Monster Research Paper and don't have the brain cells to post about I would write about if I could round up the little flock of ideas I have on the topic. As is, they will graze happily a little longer and you will get pictures, oh happy few who are my dear readers.

Below are pictures I took of my bookshelf back at the beginning of the semester when I had time to organize my books. No, I will not post pictures of what my shelf looks like now.





















In Picture 1, from left to right:
The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
Webster's II New Riverside Pocket Dictionary
Mother Angelica's Little Book of Life Lessons and Everyday Spirituality, Raymond Arroyo
The Catholic Girl's Guide, Father F. X. Lassance (published 1905)
Lives of the Saints Illustrated
2001: A Space Odyssey
, Arthur C. Clarke
My Spanish textbook





















In Picture 2:
Introduction to Physical Anthropology
How to Read a Book
, Mortimer J. Adler and Charles Van Doren
The Napoleon of Notting Hill, G. K. Chesterton
The Greeks, H. D. F. Kitto
The Republic and The Laws, Cicero
The Annals of Imperial Rome, Tacitus
The Civil Wars, Appian
Selections of Aristotle
The Temperament God Gave You, Art and Laraine Bennet
The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky




















In Picture 3:
A much better shot of The Temperament God Gave You
Another view of The Brothers Karamazov
The Basic Works of Aristotle
The Rise of the Roman Empire, Polybius
The Enneads, Plontius
The Nature of the Gods, Cicero
The Aeneid, Virgil




















In Picture 4:
Proof that I have two perfectly identical copies of The Aeneid (don't ask)
The Catechism of the Catholic Church
The University of Chicago Spanish Dictionary
Great Dialogues of Plato
Ten Prayers God Always Says Yes To, Anthony DeStefano

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Something I Will Miss

-as I am walking down the hall to my dorm room, another girl walks past singing softly, "Happy birthday, Papa Benny; happy birthday, Papa Benny..."

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Things I Miss

In no particular order:

-Being able to pick my pew at daily Mass.

-My retiree friends.

-The St. Jude chapel.

-Saying hello to my dad's boss at Friday morning Mass.

-The babies who are going to be toddlers by the time I get back.

-The courthouse.

-The little ice cream place.

-The park.

-Drinking tap water.

-Leaving my room without taking a key.

-Washing dishes (yes, Mother, you may pass out in shock).

-Leaving my laundry in the dryer overnight.

-My cat.

-Running into people I know at the grocery store.

-The farmer's market.

-Having whole days in which to do absolutely nothing.

-Having "girls' night in" with my sister.

-My dad randomly bursting into song.

-Yelling across the house.

-The comfy brown chair in the living room.

-My mother's cooking.

-My cooking (and I'm not that good a cook).

-Going to the library for fun rather than research.

-Walking around the neighborhood.

-Thor the friendly bull mastiff.

-My friends at the senior apartments.

-Reading the paper.

-Being home.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Only by a few months

Rebekah: I don't want to eat my burger.

Me: And you don't have to. I'm not going to make you. [to Scott] Are you going to make her?

Rebekah: I'm leaving.

Scott: Too late. Eat it.

Rebekah: I'm older than you; you can't make me.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Irony

[At tonight's Chesterton Society meeting:]

Scott [to David]: You remember the first meeting when it was just the three of us and I said that if it got down to two then people would ask if I'm dating Megan?

David: [chuckles]

Scott: Only now they're asking it anyway because it's on Facebook.

David: Wait...what?!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Joy

I've wanted, the past couple days, to write a post about recent happenings, but so far I'm finding it quite impossible. So many of the things are meant to be pondered in my heart, not posted here; and the things that could be are even more indescribable. What words are there for how the beautiful weather matches the springtime in my soul? What words are there for how even in the midst of the stresses of finishing up my first year of college, my life is filled to overflowing with incredible joy? As I ponder all these things, my little writer's heart is eventually compelled to admit that sometimes there are no words.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

You know you are a couple of Catholic geeks...

-when the guy tells the girl he likes her right before she goes on retreat and asks her to pray about it.
-when the girl tells the guy she likes him while walking back from Vespers.
-when the first meeting after reaching said agreement is a Holy Hour in the Port. (Is that a date? I'm not sure.)
-when the girl subsequently blogs about it.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Back...

tired, with a lot on my mind and a large pile of homework awaiting me. If I don't blog for a while it's because I'm doing homework and dealing with some things that need dealing with. Hopefully said things will be resolved in a postive way and I can blog about them sooner than later.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Like Seedlings Upside Down

I can't remember how I found this post, but it's been quietly sitting in my favorites folder, waiting to be posted about, for quite a while now.

It's all good, but this paragraph struck me very strongly:

Here on earth, we can choose not to love, and suffer terribly . . . or we
can choose to love and be loved, and to suffer terribly all the same. We are
like seedlings somehow growing upside down, trying to hang on with spindly roots
to the firm ground which is above us.

Like seedlings somehow growing upside down...I recall that image as I strive to hold on to the God who is above me. It does feel, at times, like the only connection I have to Him are my spindly little roots, and all the while I am being pulled down, pulled away from Him.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Wrestling with God

Jesus said to him, “Have you come to believe because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.”
~John 20:29

The LORD spoke to Ahaz, saying: Ask for a sign from the LORD, your God; let it be deep as the nether world, or high as the sky! But Ahaz answered, “I will not ask! I will not tempt the LORD!” Then Isaiah said: Listen, O house of David! Is it not enough for you to weary people, must you also weary my God? Therefore the Lord himself will give you this sign: the virgin shall be with child, and bear a son, and shall name him Emmanuel, which means “God is with us!”
~Isaiah 7:10-14

After this many of his disciples drew back and no longer walked with him. Jesus said to the Twelve, "Will you also go away?" Simon Peter answered him, "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life; and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God."
~John 6:66-69

Lately I have been having a hard time with discerning what God wants me to do with my life. No matter how much I pester Him, the only answer I get is "Wait and see". Last night I was IMing with Durnhelm (who should get a prize in patience for putting up with me) and telling her all about it. She basically told me to stop worrying, be patient, and enjoy the blessings I have now.

She was right, of course. On a certain level it was nice to have someone whose wisdom and discernment I respect confirming what I've been hearing these past few weeks, but on another level I was frustrated with God for giving me the same old answer. I don't want to wait and see. I want to be doing something, and I don't care if it helps God's perfect plan.

In other words, I was having a bit of a temper tantrum with my Abba. This morning, after I'd cooled off a bit, I made some effort at praying. I don't like being on the outs with God.

What I got was this: You asked for a sign and you got it.

Um, yeah. I got the sign I wanted. It didn't help.

So I pondered this a bit more and finally realized this: Faith is not built on signs and wonders.

God has worked in my life in some extraordinary ways, some of which are chronicled on this blog. But that is not why I believe in Him. There was a day, about 5 1/2 years ago, when I chose to believe in God, and that choice wasn't the result of some sign God had worked in my life. It was the result of looking at the world and realizing that if this is all there is then it's a pretty pointless, messed-up, depressing kind of place. It was the result of realizing, furthermore, that I could despair over the fact that I don't understand life, or I could take a chance that there exists Someone who does understand.

I threw my lot in with God that day and although I've had my struggles and difficulties I've never once doubted that choice. God is the only thing that makes my world make sense. I believe in Him because there is no other choice that I could possibly have made. I believe in Him because He has the words of eternal life. I believe in Him even when I cannot see.