"I'm going to kill you"

JUST KIDDING!

Good ol' Kerpal, he had some wonderful things to say.
Anyway....so my day was ok. I had to wake up kinda early to help make some posters for UCC events and stuff. It wasn't too bad but waking up earlier than you want to always sucks. After meeting Mike and Marites in the new poster painting room and finishing the posters, I saw something that kinda pissed me off. Yea, that's right, the prices of stuff at the cornerstone cafe. I didn't even realize until the girl took my money that I had spent 5 bux on a sobe and a croissant. wth is that about?? That makes me mad. Mad enough to kick a dog at least, maybe even 2. I walked out of that store thinking "can you imagine a grown man paying 5 dollars for a drink and a fluffy french pastry?" Kicking a dog is a helluva drug. But once you do it once it kind of loses its luster. I am in no way promoting animal cruelty, but sometimes, like your kids, the dogs need a little lesson in who owns who. and who feeds who. and who picks up who's crap. wait scratch that one. Anyway it was frustrating, let's leave it at that. Almost as frustrating as my first class.
My class is a dramatic literature class taught by a fallen Catholic who, try as he might, inevitably gets around to how the church has weird beliefs and they're wrong. While I believe he's entitled to his opinion, so are matricidal maniacs in some ways. So he is pretty far out there. I had to defend the church's stance on certain issues at least 3 times, and I wasn't even trying to pick any kind of fight, which if push had come to shove, I would have licked him. Like a dog. kicked him I mean. (why are "k" and "l" so close to one another? that could lead to some serious problems).
Nonetheless, I really like the class for this reason. We don't just sit to a guy and hear him talk about some people who wrote these plays we're reading and how they were experimental for their time, but we discuss notions of changing beliefs and that's fascinating to me.
After going to class I had to go to the scheduling and conference office to reserve the Engineering Gateway Plaza for Mass on the Plaza for next year. That was exciting. well ok not really, but the office was comfortable. I got to hear all of the scheduling people bitch about how the frats abuse their right to amplified sound. The guy who approves all of those requests was saying he couldn't let his personal feelings about the sexism and racism that exist in the music they play to affect his judgment of whether or not they get to blare their stereos. I kinda wanted to say, "hell yea you can!!" Cause I know that if I was in his position, I wouldn't let anyone play any music but the music that I like to hear, so walking around ring road would be like walking with your favorite radio station playing in your ears without the need for any headphones. Thats awesome.
That's kinda like if a baby is squeeling and you're offended by the sound they make, you should be able to do something about it. I like the Bible passage "spare the rod spoil the child"......well ok that was some extreme protestant saying in Puritan America but I still like it cause if there were a baby somewhere makin an offensive sound, you should be able to use the rod on them. Or your hand or whatever is closest. Again, don't misinterpret my meaning as one of an abusive parent, but rather as a lovingly instructive mentor. I wouldn't ever slap a baby, you all know that. But knowing that you have the option should the need arise is a great feeling. OK I think I crossed the line a little. forget the baby analogy, but don't forget the one about the dog. ok there was no analogy with a dog, but don't forget to kick 'em every now and then to let 'em know how much you love them. "yes, you're a good dog aren't you Spot? yes you are! yes you are! *pow* make sure you don't forget you're a good dog spot!"

I think it's time to depart from my sadistic side for now and just make some comments about upcoming events. TOMORROW IS PRAISEFEST!!! yea after all our hard work, YFC is proud to present "Praisefest 2005: Beautiful Struggle" It's gonna be awesome. There will be some cool commercials, skits (both funny and dramatic), awesome praise and worship, plus a special guest appearance which I won't give away! (Ok I'm lying about a guest appearance, but there is a surprise that'll be cool) plus don't forget that it is first and foremost a time to praise God and all his wonderful works. Amen? Amen! (Leo hands). So come on out and support us, we really want all of you to come, and don't forget that all the money we raise is going to Gawad Kalinga, the homeless outreach program in the Phillipines started by CFC. Hope to see you all there!!!!

I leave you all now with some awesome lyrics to a song that speaks about a beautiful struggle and the strength it takes to sacrifice:

A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?
And the question still remains, what am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds