Reverend Me

So, I became a Minister last night. lol.

I am a minister of the First Church of Atheism, which is a "church" which basically allows people to become "ministers" so they can officiate weddings and funerals and such. Legally, in order for a marriage license to be valid, a minister or a judge needs to witness it. Unless you're friends with a judge, it's hard to find someone meaningful to officiate a wedding in a non-religious context. So, the First Church of Atheism allows people to become ministers legally.

Obviously, it's not supposed to be an actual church or congregation or anything. It's a way around legal discrimination that says weddings must be done by a judge or a minister. If you wanted a friend to officiate, they can go online to any website/church and get a ministers license for free. However, they're mostly Christian or non-denominational organizations that do that. The FCA does the same thing but for non-religious people.

I don't know if I'll ever officiate a wedding or anything, but it's generally $300 per service, so if I do, it'll just be extra income, and I get to make a positive non-religious difference in peoples lives. If you need a minister for anything, let me know!

I'm still here

I'm very sorry. I have been focused on other things. I am still alive, still busy and poor, and still overachieving and awesome. This blog is on my list of priorities, but only after work, class, sleep, homework, extracurriculars, eating, and the small figment of my imagination I call my social life (it's basically me sitting in my living room until one or more of the housies join me, or occasionally getting invited somewhere).

I love living in my house. We get along so well (aside from messiness), and just understand each other. For example, 6/7 of us, inspired by a woopie cushion, took a good 15 minutes to make farting noises together. Fun times. Tonight, we watched Troll 2, which is not about trolls, or even 1 troll, but about goblins and vegetarianism. The protagonist was able to escape the goblins by eating a double salami sandwich. The movie ends with goblins eating his mom (after she's been turned into a plant, of course). One of the worst movies ever.

I kind of want to quit Target, but my bank account says no to that. Tuition's gotta get paid, bills gotta get paid, money has to be saved for Thailand (which I'm supes excited for, btdubs). I hope it will be magical! In any case, January is the best time of year to visit, because it's not overwhelmingly and oppressively hot and sticky, nor is it rainy. In any case, my jobs in the caf and at the middle school are much more fulfilling, even if they are less demanding.

I'm going to go to bed now, but I thought I should let you know that I am thriving.

:)

Update

So, since school started, I have had almost zero free time. Any free time I've had has gone to sleep.

Until starting yesterday, when I developed such a bad headache at work that I ended up crying in the bathroom for 5 minutes before asking to go home early. Since that time at 1:30, I've slept 17 hours, and it's only 9pm the next day. Headache, nausea, and fever/chills gone in an instant. And by instant, I mean 17 hours of sleep and some Aleve. I called in sick to work because I was still feeling crappy after 12 hours of sleep, then I went back to bed.

I think the main issue is that I'm working at 6am at Target on Saturday and Sundays lately. Which wouldn't be so bad, except I work til 11 on Fridays, and then my Saturday afternoon is spent doing Monday's homework, and Sunday afternoon is spent doing Tuesdays homework, so I don't have a chance to get caught up on sleep. (Monday evening is then spent doing Wednesdays homework, I don't have time for homework Tuesday, Wednesday afternoons I do Thursday homework, Thursday evening are spent doing Fridays homework, and then I work right after classes/lunch on Fridays, ergo, no sleep, and no updating the ol' blog)

Luckily, next the next two weekends, I close most nights, so there is more designated sleep-time. I'll squeeze the homework in there somehow. Today, I didn't work, and I got all of Mondays and Tuesdays homework done, and had time for 2 movies and a House dinner.

I almost wish I could quit Target, but it's my only non-school income. All of my other income goes right to tuition, and I have to be able to buy food and pay off my credit cards. Target is the lowest paying job, the most demanding job, and the least flexible job. Plus the hours are either really early in the morning or really late at night, and it's a 3 mile bike ride at either 5am or 11pm. It wasn't bad during the summer when I had nothing else to do, but now it's almost not worth it. I guess I'll be able to quit second semester, when my tuition will be paid off, and I can work more at my higher paying jobs.

Sigh, anyway. I'm going to see if I can get a head start on Wednesday's homework. Or get distracted by something else. Classes are fine, even though I only like 1 of them. Orgs are fine, house is awesome.

Goodnight.

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Boredom!

So, back to campus. Yup. Work. Sleep.

Can classes start now? Let's get my busy schedule going! Although the more I look at my schedule, I won't be all that busy.

My only complaint is that I have an 8am Friday class. I don't care that it's at 8am on Monday and Wednesday, but most of the senior class goes to Froggy Bottom's on Thursday nights for Thirsty Thursdays. I'm not a big drinker, but I am definitely going this Thursday after the Cloud Cult concert, for I turn 22 on Friday. Yay!

Unfortunately, I work from 2-11 on Friday, so I am celebrating on Thursday night. Well, I'll celebrate in many small ways, so there is no one single celebration.

Anyway, once again I find myself looking forward to the future. I'm sure I could try to live in the moment, but I always enjoy the moments I look forward to thoroughly, and appreciate every moment, really. I rarely complain and mean it. I sometimes complain to fill awkward silences, but I know I am very fortunate in my life, and I appreciate that.

A bit more description this time

So after spending a relaxing day unpacking, I am taking yet another break to be a little more descriptive than "Flegh,Catey sleepy!"

Moving was pretty fun. I enjoy it for the most part. By hour 6 of the pack/clean/load/unload cycle of moving day, though, you just want to stop. Storm clouds are a pretty good motivator, though. We got the last load moved in around 5pm, then I bought dinner for my parents and KT, all of whom were EXTREMELY HELPFUL!!!!! If it weren't for them, I'd have rented a trailer and had to load everything onto it by myself, then pulled it uphill for a mile, and unloaded everything. I would be in the hospital, probably, if it weren't for them!

:)

Anyway, today has been pretty relaxing. I went to the ol' landlords office to return my keys, where I waited outside for 5 minutes while he chewed out the manager of the cleaning crew for not doing a good enough job. Awkward.

Anyway, today was a laundry and sort out the mess of my packing job day. I've taken many breaks. I had a good long lunch, and all I have to do now is put a few more things in storage downstairs, rearrange the furniture, and decorate my room. And make dinner. That is most important.

For I will need pre-prepared meal this coming day, a day in which I work for 13 hours from 10am to 11pm. Luckily, I'm just cashiering, but good lawd, it'll be loooong. Hopefully I get sent out to do reshop or something. Even getting carts would be a nice break, and I hate getting carts. But it'll be nice to get in 2 shifts in one day before school starts and I will have only weekends to work.

Fleghhhh

Flegh is the best way to express how tired I am. I'm not a "mmm... time to relax." or a "effff I just wanna sleep!" I am in between the two. I feel slightly drunk from exhaustion, but also fairly crabby.

It was a long hard day, and I want to let my fellow movers know that I really appreciate their help today!

I got enough unpacked that I will survive through tomorrow when I can spend more time unpacking, and I've got my furniture situated in my room. The living rooms and kitchen, not so much yet, but I tried. I really did.

Anyway, bed. Sleepstime, please!