"Once upon a sunny morning, a man, sitting in his breakfast nook, looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn, with a gold horn, quitetly cropping the roses in his garden..."
...Yeah. So much for that...

Last night, I had the most strange and terrible dream. As I slept, I dreampt that my church was falling apart, literally splitting into a thousand pieces. When I woke up, and shook off the sleep of the night before, I was no longer disheartened, because we all no that no such thing could ever happen in real life.

Here is a excerpt from an email I sent back home after I found out about the state of things in my church:

Perhaps we should turn off Focus on the Family, put away the Chuck Cholson tapes, put Charisma into the recycling, and open up our Bibles. While all of the above things are of good intention, we can get so easily bogged down by them, and perhaps, put more focus on what James Dobson has to say, than what God has to say straight through scripture, or directly to our hearts.

Three things I hate about Fordham:

3) Theatre majors:
-The ones that don't do musicals think that they are the bohemians, yet the elites of the college, believing that it exists purely for the betterment of their careers. They think that they are all some kind of tortured, Poe, Wilde, Fitzgerald types, and utterly hate the kids that do musicals.
-The one's that do musicals are delusional, thinking that they are going to be some Broadway star just because they got the lead in their high school musicals. They run around singing annoying showtunes and songs from Aladdin and The Little Mermaid. They all get angry and end up transferring.

2) Honors students:
-All 20 of them think that they are better and more intelligent than the rest of the school, simply because they get to sit in a classroom boasting crown molding and walls with oak paneling. They think that everyone else is so stupid, that we need their assistance to do such tedious tasks as tying our shoes or flipping on a light switch.

1) Dance majors
-They're just crazy. They make fun, purposefully within earshot, of those that are not as skinny as they, perhaps somehow trying to justify their bulimic tendencies. They girls are bad, the guys are worse. When they're not doing coke, smoking pot, or having sex with one another, they're busy having swimsuit parties, taking thousands of photos of their wonderful selves, talking about how everyone at Fordham is so fat, and stuffing their faces with all manner of the edible, only to vomit it back into the toilet, (making sure to weigh themselves before and after), only minutes later.

(As a note, the freshman theatre majors are pretty cool, and Chris Geary really is a reflection of a tortured Poe.)

I don't think I've ever been this tired. Sigh...