merely talk

I got an email from my internship co-ordinator today, letting me know that the piece of crap, stupid outline assignment I rushed doing last week, safely made it to Edmonton, and I have managed to get credit for the term. YAY!

I hated that assignment. Until you are asked to write out at least a page about the methodology of writing a PAPER, you do not fully understand the concept of "busy work". Even my boss agreed it was a stupid assignment. I love when I'm validated that way.

I just have to say that this whole time change thing, has hit me in a brutal way. I'm eating at weird times and I feel like I've been hit in the head with a ton of bricks. I'm just sort of walking around in a daze. This is the first year this has happened to me. It's all very strange.


As a Catholic, I feel the need to say something about the Pope. But I don't really know what. Some people on other blogs are talking about all the crap that the Vatican has pulled politically during John Paul II's rule (?)... but I don't really feel like criticizing my church today. 'Cause in the end it is my faith, and I really hate it when people who are un-religious go on and on about how bad the church is. Or when the first thing I hear, after I identify myself as Catholic, is about the alter boy molestation. Sigh. What was I saying...right Pope. I was talking to my Mom about this. This Pope was the fourth one in her lifetime and only my first, so I feel she has a better grasp on the whole thing. I really have nothing to compare John Paul to. I don't really know how another person would do things differently in his place. Unlike my Mom. She liked some of the things he did, but she wishes he had been a bit more socially liberal. In her mind, as a woman, she wants recognition within the church. She wants her rights and choices to be recognized. She also said that gay people do exist and don't need to the change, so the church kind of has to realize that too. Neither she, nor I, have much hope that the next guy will bring the much needed changes (would it kill them to say it's okay to use contraceptives....especially when it may help slow the spread of AIDS in places like Africa and a few teen pregnancies to boot) but you never know. It'll be fun to watch the process, all with the voting and the smoke. As Anna told me on Sunday, it's all very medieval.

So Pope John Paul II may you rest in peace and have a kick ass time in heaven.