Take my advice, kids.

If you can, start hanging out with seminarians. Why? Well, lots of reasons. Mostly because it’s really funny to watch someone in a Roman collar getting carded. No. For reals. Hilarious. But also, you’ll probably get invited to their ordination.

Which I can tell you, having attended one this morning, is wicked cool. My hair still smells like incense, there was awesome music, I frickin’ love Archbishop Listecki…I’m sure there’s more. I know I came up with a list when I spent an hour telling my brother about it totally just because I wanted to share and not at all because I wanted to make it seem like THE MOST AWESOME EXPERIENCE EVER so much better than getting married to some girl I won’t like.

*ahem*

You know what? It’s like a really cool wedding, except you don’t have to pretend to be happy for the bride. Skinny happy bitch.

I KNOW, RIGHT? I’m going to start going every year.

Tomorrow is my portion of the major life changes weekend. I mean, I’m really excited, but it’s kind of nowhere near as important. The Holy Spirit will probably not be involved. When we would talk about it, the seminarian priest would be all, “Oh, we’re celebrating your graduation, too!” and I’d be all, “Yeah, but I can’t consecrate anything afterwards. You win. At life.”

It’s true. My degrees that I will be technically awarded tomorrow qualify me to be unemployed, not anything fun like hear confessions. (Which, can I just say? I would love.)

Oh. That’s one thing. As cool as today was, he’s never going to hear my confession. I don’t care what the circumstances are. We’re on a plane, hurdling towards the ocean? I’m good. I’ll bank on a merciful God. There’s not enough ontological changes in the world.

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