I recently got back from my youth group retreat at St. Meinrad monastery. It was really fun. Most of us in the group have known each other since 4th grade or even before, so I think it's cool that we still interact and have seen each other grow and change over the years. I myself am SO drastically different than I was in, say, 5th grade. Back then I was convinced I was highly superior to basically every one else. I was a total prissy know-it-all. AND I hated guys. (*GASPFAINT*). It's really funny, because I'm good friends now with some of the aforementioned guys who I would throw rocks at all those years ago...silly silly little Emily. Aaaaaaaaneeeeeeewaaaay:
The retreat was basically us alternating between prayer-ish things (and that whole "Theology of the Body" talk...=P) and hanging out, being fairly silly. I was sooooo hyper throughout all of it. Emily+Donuts+Chocolate Milk+Cookies=One heckuva scary time. We got to chill out at this coffee bar for like three hours our first night there, and let me tell you, Benedictine monks make some pretty awesome frapechinos (sp?). Some other highlights of the trip include: Me drinking the "Gracey Goodness" and being terrifyingly exuberant afterwards, dolls with red eyes making us shrivel up, "Lightbulbs" (*giggles*), purple hats, "Jacques and the Unisex Bathroom" (but only Jen and I know about that one, I guess), that one allegedly "cute" monk, scandalous Valentine's day ideas, and Sara and I annoying the crap out of everyone with show tunes. Oh, yes, and during the vespers and morning mass, the music was sooooo pretty. Seriously, if we had some tenors like that in OUR choir, I would be the happiest little bug alive. It made me feel all warm and hand-flappy inside.
So yeah. It was a lot of fun. A lot of stupid, random fun. That's what I live for...Who knew Catholics could be this crazy? Hahaha. Only now I'm really sore from trying to sleep on a bus for three hours. Nyeh.
Okaaay, I guess the Steelers just won the Super Bowl. Woot? Nyar? I really don't care. I must say though, the halftime show made me even more hand-flappy than the singing monks. It was epic. X] WeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeell, arrivederci for nows.
Oh my GOSH I just realized that it's February. GASP.
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