Let us pray for those who do not believe in Christ, that the light of the Holy Spirit may show them the way to salvation. We pray to the Lord.

Almighty and eternal God, enable those who do not acknowledge Christ to find the truth as they walk before you in sincerity of heart. Help us to grow in love for one another, to grasp more fully the mystery of your godhead, and to become more perfect witnesses of your love in the sight of men. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen

You think that was bad......

Let us pray for those who do not believe in God, they that may find him by sincerely following all that is right. We pray to the Lord.

Almighty and eternal God, you created mankind so that all might long to find you and have peace when you are found. Grant that, in spite of hurtful things that stand in their way, they may all recognise in the lives of Christians the tokens of your love and mercy, and gladly acknowledge you as the one true God and Father of us all. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen

Passages and intentions like these are the thing that make me embarasses to admit that I'm Catholic. Seriously though, when was this written ? 1616? I feel that the Good Friday service requires major alterations.

It goes beyond Good Friday mass. Every mass during the intentions my church prays for 'Christian marriage'. I cringe every time I hear it. I couldn't live my life without religion. But I'm beginning to realise that this Catholicism thing just isn't working out for me. I have no problem telling non-Catholics that I'm catholic, but amoungst Catholics I'd consider myself Agnostic. Believing in the Holy Trinity helps me, but I feel discouraged when I attend Church. I don't feel that my faith can or should be expressed in cult-like chants to proclaim my inferiority to God and superiority to those who believe otherwise.
But the singing is good. I love church songs :) That will have to keep me happy for now.

I need entertainment. Desperately.

i just watched the "Thunder Stick Pro" informercial. I want one, bad.

when I get home form a long night of boozing, the only thing that I want to do is to crawul into someone's (not just anyone's) arms and sleep. I just want to be loved and comforted. Instead I go to bed on my own, with Dave to keep me company. Which only reminds me of the men in my life :( I nee dto sleep. get my mond off of how lonely I am right now. I just want to be hugged...... for eight hours.

you guys haven't had one of these in a while. Why? becdause I just don't drink much anymore, or waqhtever, I still drink.
I needed to get out tonight, today was one of those days where I was hoping that my friends would knock on my dooor and force me to go out, no, I did it on my own I went out. on holy thursday. No I'm not oging to go to hell, I hope, holy thurday isn't really tyhtat buid of a deal. I'm going to eat hot dogs now. you can't eat meat on good friday... hotdogs are not meat

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My glasses betrayed me today. The same glasses that, earlier this week, I had stated "I just don't feel the same without them," and even yesterday shared that "I only take my glasses off for three reasons." Apparently that wasn't good enough for them.

Walking from Calculus to graphics today, something horrible happened. I picked out a puddle (big enough that if I jumped in it there would be a splash and piss Janice off, but small enough that it wouldn't actually get her wet) and jumped. This is when my glasses made their daring leap off my nose and went crashing into the cement. Maybe they got tired of the year of torment, (my other pair I broke before the warrenty expired, when eric melady hit my nose with a snowball, so I've got a second chance) unsuspecting naps, constant abuse during my drunken stuper, and most of all, not seeing the inside of their case more than twice.


So now they're sitting on my shelf quasi-folded because they are too disfigured to fold correctly. They look so beaten. For a second I'm not sure whether to be sympathetic, or angry. Then I look in the mirror, and realise that I am wearing dainty prissy-ass frames and I become overwhelmed with anger and disgust.

How could they betray me like this? at such a crucial time in my life? Never befriend you glasses. They are nothing but back-stabbing artificial aid.

I cleaned my room and did all of my laundry today. I feel so..... so much like Bill was 7 months ago. Not now though, now Bill always wears dirty clothes. He's a real stinker (ha)

this morning during breakfast I was watching S-club 7 and they were running, playfully, by the beach. I got so jealous I had to turn the tv off. I just want to let loose. I want to get out of my chair, if only for a day. A sacrifice that I just can't makes right now. :( I feel so unsatisfied.

In case you haven't been reading the comments. I would just like to settle this argument right now.
Janice's favourite donut: Chocolate dip (she likes the hole)
My favourtie donut: Boston cream (I like the cream filling)

Enough said.

I just wanted to but this picture in to prove that I'm not the only heterosexual girl that grabs breasts. (but mostly because I look hot.)

This is a picture of two of my roomates and an upper year engineer (that I had met through my roomates boyfriend). Notice anything?

They are all brown. I am the minority in this picture, and I love it. This is somewhere I would have never guessed I would be. Not for the life of me would I ever imagine that I would be surrounded by Hindu and Muslim people and be completely accepting and not be aware of it. Furthermore, these girls are my best friends.
You may think that I am a racist for even thinking this way. But I don't think so. I didn't even know that brown people existed until Rita (second from the right) had mentioned it in september. I was intimidated to even talk to them. I had no idea what to say. Now I realise that even though we have extreme differences, we have many things in common, (and they laugh at my jokes). I like my new diverse life and feel part of the real world (finally).

I just got in from playing soccer again. This time I wasn't the only girl and I was okay with that. They introduced themselves as living on 2north. I, on the other hand, introduced myself as the "partially-antisocial engineer'. Which it is true. I socialise with my floor, occasionally. But I NEVER talk to people on other floors.
This is what my mom wanted me to avoid when she advised me to go to school without a boyfriend. I missed out on meeting so many people in my building. But at the same time my program is also socially restricting.
No, I don't regret dating Bill (of course) but I DO regret having a boyfriend throughout first year. Eventhough I think that without Bill's support I wouldn't be here anymore.

So I gave it up. For serious this time. I gave it up to protect all the parties involved. But now it seems that there is only two parties. So who is there to hurt?

Riiiight. I think this is my punishment from above since I have sinned, and I don't feel remorse, yet.

APPLE TREE (the Love) - of slight build, lots of charm, appeal, and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.

I think, again, that this is extreamly accurate, besides living for today. I'm not sure if I do that

I'm sitting here naked as the day I was born. Too tired to get dressed. After my materials exam today the weather was gorgeous. So a bunch of guys and I decided to go outside to play football. I few more people came and it was a great time. By the way, I'm a wall, I made the most "two touches" for my team. Then a bunch of people left and the Trinnies (Two twins from Trinidad) showed up with a soccer ball. This is where I flexed my muscles.

There were the two trinnies and an english boy. I was last pick. And boy does the other captain regret it. I was voted team MVP and was having a great time. Until my pants ripped. My pants ripped right from the mid-fly to mid-thigh. So I decided to retire, I was worn out anywayS. I love soccer. I want to play until the day I die.

I am generally someone who dozes off easily;
It's 2 in the morning and I can't sleep.
I am generally someone who doesn't worry;
It's 2 in the morning and I'm worrying.
I am generally someone who is confident in their decisions;
It's 2 in the morning and I'm second guessing myself.
I am generally someone who loves unconditionally.
It's 2 in the morning..........

Last night I engaged in the engineering tradtion, D.U.S.T.E.D. (Drink a Unsuspecting Small Town Establishment Dry) I had a great time. There is nothing better than getting drunk with a bunch or friends that you haven't met yet. I don't want to make you all jealous so I'll stop there.

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You know who's presence I really miss in the Blogger circle. Steph Schairer. I super nice girl with great enthusiasm. Until a couple of jerk offs pissed her off enough to give up. Some people are so mean.

I'm blogging right now out of pure bitterness that Bill hasn't blogged since Sunday. He does absolutely nothing else with his day, Why can't he blog? lazy piece of poo.

I love cheez whiz... in moderate amounts though.
And I love tomatoes, in huge amounts. they are so satisfying, especially when they are covered in salt!

I thought that I'd just close my eyes for ten mintues and then get back on track....... five hours later I roll over to find out that I just used my time not so wisely. But I have a feeling that this will have benefits in the end. I love sleep. Although sleeping through my studying time that (I have three mid-terms, three tests next week) may not prove to be beneficial at all. Maybe I should go to church on Sunday............

I love wearing big shoes. I ventured out to the car, just to grab something, and put on my dad's size 13 extra wide, white new balance sneakers. I loved every minute of it. When/if I get married the guy MUST have large feet so that when I'm bored I can prance around in his shoes and feel like I'm 5 again.