My African Cross-stitch is beginning to make my fingers hurt. I can feel the nerves screaming out in pain, but I only have 3 days until school starts (shit), and I have so much left to do that I'm quite frustrated and rushed.

I would have gotten much more done today, however, I had to go to work for a training session and a campus wide excel center training session. Afterwards, I had to sit in the LTC for about an hour and a half to administer a placement exam.

Fortunately, I worked about 6 1/2 hours, which gets me $60 in one day, not to mention that my next paycheck will be comparatively large to my other ones this semester. I did get an additional 2 hours added on Wednesdays from 5-7 PM, and while it's the third day in a row I have to be at school from 8 AM-7 PM, my paychecks essentially double. Plus, I brought up the possibility of working weekends, which I hope is a very concrete possiblity. I would love it if I could get like 3 hours in on Sat. or Sun. That would get me to 7 hours, which is a half-hour more than last year. Just one half hour increase would get me an additional $73 for this semester. I should encourage this.

Anyways, that was most of my day. I'm sick, so I didn't go to the hospital.

I hate being sick. In the last three years, I have been sick with a viral infection of some sort twice, right now, and about 10 months ago (which is the only time that I slept in at Regis past 9 AM, I took NyQuil [a divine concoction] at like 10 PM and did not wake up until 1 PM the next day). I had one bacterial infection in 2005, epididymitis, and one fungal infection in April where I got the equivalent of athlete's foot on my leg. Lower leg. It was nasty as hell.

Yesterday I had that strong viral feel where you just feel like you're a walking disease, and I was tired as hell, but I took this NyQuil-like substance and slept immaculately. Although Grey's Anatomy might have helped.

Tension is getting pretty high in this house. My mom and my sister fight about something at least twice a week and my dad nags her about something once every week. I think it's the near-graduation tension. I know I was pretty much an ass my whole senior year. I've had some tension myself, mainly from little things. Example: The closest thing to a regret I have is the whole priest thing, and there was something about it in the Catholic Herald, and I jokingly said that if someone who does not know about my rational restoration mentioned something about it, I would show them the scar on my forehead (which I got from a fall) and say that it was the place where they removed my brain tumor. She was not happy about that. I need to watch my irreligiousness around my family. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to start taking communion again, but I am going to watch what I say about religion. Normally, I don't have a problem with it, but rather, with its practitioners. Everyone I went to school with at Corpus, with a few notable exceptions, thought they were better than everyone else because of social connections, money, whatever, and I busted their asses academically. Two outsiders got the top two GPA's. Two people who never set foot into a Catholic school for education until after high school, and one because he was delusional in thinking that other places were going to be different, and the other because he got free college. We know the second one is not me. I also mentioned, I think that I thought that God really doesn't care too much. Not that this bothers me. I would rather have my existence filled with pain, but at least an independent one (for the most part, barring physical obstacles inherent of nature [nothing of God's fault, he just made the thing, he didn't dictate that I ought to be male, random genetics did that] than one filled with God intervening all the time. I am far more comfortable with deism, acknowledging God's existence and his creation of the universe with some kind of order, but not admitting much else.

One thing that really bothered me, however, is that the council of bishops reviews these movies and gives these ratings that are A-I, A-II, A-III, L, and O, with O being morally offensive. So there was this review today for this movie, which includes adultery, male butt nudity, boob nudity, female butt nudity, self mutliation, and all these other things, and they gave it an L. They gave Chocolat, which is an excellent movie, without explicit adultery (it's implied at points), without explicit sex (it's implied too), without nudity, without violence, and with minimal bad language. It, however got an O because the main character is an atheist and undermines the message of Lent (no she doesn't) with chocolate. Seriously? Did they watch the same movie? It's one of Katie's favorite movies, and she's a 7 year old. I hardly see her morally offended by that movie. The next thing you know, Audrey Hepburn movies are morally offensive (they so are not).

Anyways, that's my upset for the day.