So, Lent is quickly approaching (an understatement; it's tomorrow), and since I havent' been to an actual Catholic Church in ages, I celebrate and give up something I love. As if it excuses the year's worth of Sundays not spent confessing. And yet, somehow I feel beter about myself afterwards. Ah, well. Faith is a fickle thing (wait, that's not how it goes.....). Am going to give up sweets. I can totally do it. And since I'm now 18, I get to fast. Haven't decided whether or not, I'm going to do it, though. I probably will, but for insanely selfish reasons: I'd like to lose some of that "Freshman 15". Yeah. I call it "The Jesus diet". Man, maybe I should write a book. It'll be the new Atkin's.

I'm intriuged by the new film "The Passion of the Christ". Very contreversial, probably why I'm intriuged. Audrey and I watched a "making of" on it, and it totally astounded me. It seems like a really brave movie, and at a time when a most people aren't making very brave movies. It opens tomorrow, and there's going to be a discussion of it on Friday in the University Center. If I didn't want to wait and go see it for free at AMC, I'd totally go. Yes, I'm that cheap. Sue me.

Audrey said one of the best things that I've heard in a while (which probably isn't even that funny, but I found it hilarious): "There are too many commercials with bears in them." Future advertising exec., she is.

And a message to CHRISGREENWOOD!: I can't believe you ate something that was dragged home under your car.