Well… knowing Brother Rob, I shouldn’t be surprised. History repeats itself, as the saying goes.
I missed out on reading for a mass one time because I couldn’t find him. By the time I discovered he was in the Campus Ministry after going on a wild goose chase, he had chosen everyone and I was excluded.
This time, when I asked about the India Pilgrimage, it was to my knowledge that I was a month past the RSVP date. I can’t go. Despite the fact that I’m disappointed, it means that I can go on the chorale tour instead next year. Stephen Dale is going to join, so that should make things more bearable. I should stop being a dick to him, because he’s a good guy, and I’d be his friend if I had the chance. Nevertheless, I’ll just have to go to India some time in my life. It doesn’t matter. Sooner or later, I’m going.
In other news, I took a hockeyball to the chest yesterday. Heart-side, too, and to those of you who don’t know, I have a mild heart disorder. I’m currently surviving, haven’t simultaneously combusted or anything. However, I have been, once again, left with a rather crude, target-shaped bruise. It also cracked my wrist, which I partially raised in defence. Why is it always me who gets hit by the hockeyballs? Pete wasn’t too helpful either, pointing out I finally had a breast because I was using my shirt to hold the ice in place. Pfft, don’t diss my manboobs :P
Guess that’s it from me. For once, I’m up before 7. Hooray to an early start, and Amen to Fridays. I’m hungry. =( Well, fill an empty stomach, empty and upset mind, in the words of Darunia.