Sad Panda

Ooh, my Brit boy just IMed me but I had my away message on, so he wrote : NOOOOOO YOU'RE AWAYYYYY
and then:
that makes me a sad panda. :'-(
Ha ha ha! What!? Aw, shaddup, you know it's cute (what, am I arguing with mySELF on this blog now?! Apparently blogs expose insanity...well, that's good, at least I'll know what I'm dealing with.)
I get asked a lot what a blog is (by old people and prisoners, my two favorite demographics), and after I explain it I walk away confused again. My Brit boy assures me that practically no one he knows does this sotra thing, or IMs either. He says if you want to know what's up with someone, you pick up the phone and tell them to meet you at a pub, the good old fashioned sort of way. He thinks Americans are crazy. I tell him, at least we don't say "on the hob" and pronounce "schedule" like "shejool." He denies the whole shejool thing but I know how it is. They also get dressed up for any occassion and wear nice shiny shoes, and even he does it and quite frankly, that's zany. EEK! Now I can't send him to this blog! Good! I only let you gals read it. :- ) Anyway, if he is so freaked out by us "Yanks," as he calls us, why is he moving here in January then? Hmmm. I think people love us but love to pretend to hate us.
U2 has a new record coming out! Yay!
I went to Mass yesterday and Fr. Jack was awesome as always, he understood I was sick and not coming around much on account of that. Plus, it was the Feast of St. Elizabeth of Hungary, the patroness of the lay Franciscans. Fr. Jack wore a vestment with a tao cross on it.
E fought with me last night on account of the fact that he forwarded me some article on email by people who *I* think are biased against anyone religious. I told him I wasn't hard-lined against anyone who was religious, at least I can find common ground on the whole God exists thing. But he's just mad about politics in general right now and told me I was over-reacting--then I probably did over-react because there's nothing worse than someone telling you you're not calm when you really are. All this and I had just gotten home from Confession feeling clean. :(
Ah well, today's a new day. E and I fight like siblings. We'll say all sorts of mean things to one another then randomly the topic gets shifted to "Are you hungry? Let's eat" or "Want to go to the mall?" Therefore, today, we go to the mall. Later gators! Oops, I mean, er, Bulldawgs! Woof! Woof!