Random Drivel

Anthony Ryan Monhaut, 29 August 1986 - 9 Decemeber 1986.

Saint Anthony, pray for us.

Another quarter ends, and finals week is back. Jesus, we have to do this 12 times before we graduate?

Well, the question remains. What to do after graduation? Last week, I had an office trip to Chicago and a few rounds of interviews, and I have to sign up for some more interviews. Maybe I’ll still take the LSAT, even though I decided not to. February? We’ll see. Its not like its going to be hard.

My dad came for a visit last weekend for Dad’s Day, and we went to the football game and the play that night (which was funny). My sister went on a retreat the same weekend, the same retreat that I did my senior year of High School. I haven’t been on one of those since… well, I guess when I went to that one. Got me all nostaligic, maybe I should go on one again. Perhaps that would be good for my soul, as well? I’m prett sure I still have one of those, somewhere. It might be a little bit dusty.

Going to Tulsa for thanksgiving.

I think that a week and a half off of school will be good for me. I’ve become entirely complacent to everything school related. There are some good things on the horizon, and I’ll be looking forward to those when they come around. I’ve got my eye on a few things.

We all experience hardships. Every one of us. We lose friends, family, people we care about. Its the people who we have left to share our feelings with that make these things better. I hope that whatever happens, no matter what, things work out in the end. Friends are supposed to last forever. We chide each other, we make fun, we disrespect. But when something serious comes along, we are the ones who are there for you. We care. Its our job. Its the job we signed on for. We are the men who you can come to for advice. We hope that you come out of this situation unscathed, and if you do end up coming out harmed, we are those who mend your wounds.

We will help you at whatever cost. We are always here for you. We are your friends. We will always be your friends. We’re sorry, and we care for you. We wish you good luck. Good luck, sir, and godspeed.

When I was in high school, I had a friend who claimed he was a member of the Church of Frisbee on the Roof. I found this idea to be very interesting, and I subscribed to his newsletter (haha, ok well not actually.)

Anyway, much in the same way as Church of Frisbee on the Roof appeals to us, so does Flying Spaghetti Monsterism. You see, the world is not billions of years old, the Flying Spaghetti monster created us all and changes the outcomes of scientific research in order to keep himself a secret.

At http://www.venganza.org/, you can read the Open Letter to the Kansas Schoolboard on why the state should consider teaching not only Evolution and Intelligent Design, but also teach Flying Spaghetti Monsterism. To not teach the whole truth would be unfair to students who are forming opinions on what they believe! That’s unpossible!

Read about the Flying Spaghetti Monster. And be touched by his noodly appendage.

This morning, I woke up around 11 am and got out of bed. As I jumped out of bed and walked over to the laptop, the power went out. The power didn’t come back on until 1pm. What is up with this crazy campus and our power outages?

This evening I went to Mass. It was a good Mass, with the gospel reading being about Zacchaeus, the tax collector who repents and gives away his possessions and repays those whom he has extorted. The homily dealt with reasons why people go to Mass; perhaps they go out of habit, or they go because they felt like they had to, or because they wanted to. Whatever the reason, it is all because God called us to go. That’s kind of why I went tonight. God was calling me, and I went. Sometimes the world feels shitty, but I go to Mass and realize that everything isn’t as shitty as I thought, and that I actually do have things to be thankful for.

Tonight was the night for the rest of the halloween parties. We went to the Pike’s party. I had a few beers at the begining but stopped drinking. I don’t know what it is; perhaps its got something to do with being 21, I dunno. But I don’t drink much. I see guys, they’ll down a whole shitload of beer. Me, I just have a few drinks, I’ll feel fine, and can have a good time. I know one thing, I had a better time than that guy puking his guts out by the fence.

I got this a few years ago in an e-mail, and I saved it. I was going through a period in my life where I was questioning my own faith (rightly so, as every adolescent should). This inspired me to write my own essay with my own ideas, but this original is still inspirational to me. I encourage you to read on and think about what it means to you, if anything. If nothing else, you’ll probably get a good laugh out if it!
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