Overload.
"Freshman year is harder than the rest" was apparently a big hoax to discourage students from leaving. So far, I have like four papers due in September, and from what I can tell, a lot more work before Fall Break than I had a last year. Go figure.

Oh yes, and goodbye! My posts will definitely be less frequent for a while.
Please keep the soul of my great-uncle Bickett, as well as his family, in your prayers.

Why won't I be a priest? I'll probably be too busy attempting to catechise the vast numbers of Catholics who are completely ignorant of the Church's teachings (on, say, why it's completely impossible for a woman to ever be a priest...)
Why is it that when a certain age group of Catholics hear that I am planning to major in Theology, the first thing they think of to say is "Ooh, you'll be taking Fr. --'s job!!" or "Yep, that's the Kari we know: first in line for women priests!"
No!!!!!!!!!
They don't think "nun," they don't think "teacher," they think "priest."
The whole idea of people wanting and expecting a female priesthood sickens me, (I know, I'm probably preaching to the choir. haha! preach! getting experience for my new job!) because either they ignore that the idea reeks of anti-Christian feminism, or they think that the Church would be better off with a little more of this feminism floating around. And do they think that just because they want it to happen that it will? Because the Church isn't some kind of Candyland where you wish for something, conquer the male-chauvinist hierarchy, and get what you want.
I think it's ironic that on hearing "Theology," people automatically think of something so far from what should come to mind. It's sad that so many slimy, twisted ideologies have been presented as Theology... and that there are so many people who are terribly misinformed about the Faith they profess. It further convinces me of the great need for real Theology majors.

It's official...
I'm leaving the 13th. I think it's safe to say that I will be the first non-RA/Proctor student returning to campus. This now exempts me from the $25 fee, which is very awesome.

I guess I'll post that recipe next time I make it... I know all of you are waiting in anguish for the perfect peach cobbler recipe... sorry for this suffering I put you through..

I have a mosquito bite under my eye. It itches a lot. Isn't that a weird place for a bite?

Now for an update:
-I have now officially moved home... for the last few days before school. Also, for anyone who's interested, half of our den has been converted into a "packing station."
-I painted a plate Saturday with Sarah. It was much fun. Too bad I didn't get around to doing anything with her sooner...
- I might be leaving the 14/15 now instead of the 17. Christina might have to be there early for training.
- I saw a commercial for a weight loss aid in which a woman was thrilled to have gone from a size 10 to a 4. Isn't that gross? Why can't we just be moderate about things? Don't eat McDonalds for every meal, but don't freak out if you're five pounds overweight. idiots.

Hmm, I think that's all for now. I wish all of my lovely readers a happy Sunday afternoon.

1 week, 6 days and approximately 16 hours.
Best Ever Peach Cobbler recipe coming later. I was going to post it earlier today and was writing the recipe from memory... probably not a good idea considering the state of my mind lately.
When I figure out how much vanilla and the temperature of the oven, it will be up.

Summer reading
Yay for me for finishing books now
- Joseph Pearce's biography of C.S. Lewis
- Meet Edith Stein by Cynthia Cavnar
- Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky
I realize that's only three, and it did seem like more in my head... but Crime and Punishment had approximately 660 pages, so I'm still pretty excited about my accomplishments.

Thank you Alaina for all of your help figuring out the placement of the rooms in Catherine's. I actually wasn't expecting to find anyone who could help me here, but was pleasantly surprised. When were you at Christendom?

2 weeks and 3 days.
Alabama was quite nice the second time around, as well. My legs still kind of hurt from climbing the myriad ladders in the USS Alabama, but it was really fun.
Watch I am David. It's really good.
I have the roommates I requested for next year, but does anyone know which side of the hallway the even numbered rooms of Catherine's are? It could mean the difference between having a sink or not.
I bought a Bob Marley poster (one of the few not depicting drug abuse) in honor of the month I had to spend with only his music.

Looking back sometimes, it seems as though life within my family could be characterized by endless car trouble... which is ironic, considering my last name.

Forgot to mention that as a result of my losing the phone, sweet little Pickles Bailey was concerned enough to think I might be dead.

28 days...
There's a pigeon in the front yard...
I thought pigeons were strictly city creatures, but apparently not. Unless I'm just a horrible identifier of birds.
I got back from my first of two trips to Alabama on Sunday. During the course of the trip I lost my prayer book, my water bottle and my cell phone, in that order, the water bottle lost only minutes after I recovered the prayer book. Once I realized I was missing the water bottle, I quickly found it... I'm glad I realized what I was missing before we left.
The phone on the other hand, was missing for a good 18 hours before I realized. I have an active imagination, so I could envision my phone on the bus trip home, but I wasn't sure. Did I throw it away? Did I drop it in the parking lot? Thanks to my wonderful mom who called every single place it might have been (I'm not quite sure why she did that as she ordinarily would insist that, since I lost it, I be the one to find it... whatever, I'm just so glad she did it), we found it in an Arby's in Moody, AL. Good thing we're going again next week.
The trip was really nice, though. I met some cloistered nuns- one who graduated from Clemson, learned how to make twine rosaries and saw an impressive garden of miniature cathedrals.

And I thought there was no way Oprah could be more annoying...
Obviously, I was wrong. I heard a little about that store incident shortly after it happened, but my sister-in-law left her People magazine here over the weekend...
So, she arrived at a store 15 minutes after closing time and cites "racism" as the reason they didn't let her in? Because it seems like it wouldn't matter what race you were if a store was closed.
And according to People it was "one of the most humiliating moments of her life." Give me a break. If that's one of the most humiliating experiences of her life, she hasn't lived much. Maybe we, the majority of the world, are more humble than we thought, since we are often turned away from stores after hours.
Perhaps she should heed the wake-up call; humility is not an evil. Being rich and famous is not an excuse to act like you rule the world.
It sounds like Oprah needs to grow up.