Maybe I'm church crazy. I went to evening prayer tonight at St. Paul's, and I realized that it was the fourth church service I've been to in four days. The interfaith pride service was Saturday, regular church on Sunday morning (and you could hear the pride parade during the service), I went to the noon service yesterday, and tomorrow I plan to go to centering prayer. On Thursday I think Marielle and I will go to evening prayer again, and then Friday there's no service that I can go to. Stupid job. Actually, no, I love my job.

And can I just take this opportunity to complain about my writing 2010 class. The other students that talk in class (like for discussions I mean) besides Laura, my gender studies buddy, are some sexist, rascist, homophobic Utah Mormon boys. It wouldn't be so bad if they didn't go on and on and on about it during class. Oh well...only seven more weeks. Though I'm out of unexcused absences I'll probably still skip on occasion just to keep my sanity.

oh, quote from class today, when the boys started going on about the whole hate the sin, love the sinner, and the whole celibacy thing:
"I'm Episcopalian, we don't have to love the sinner and hate the sin, because it's not a sin. We just love."
"Love what?"
"People. All people. Well, except maybe the intolerant ones. But that doesn't mean God doesn't love you. It just means I don't."

Oh oh, I'm currently working on crocheting a top that will probably look like a rainbow threw up on it or something. It should be really cool though, and I'll post pictures when I'm done so y'all can laugh at it (or me).