Really, St. Ben's?

In the name of everything holy. . .

I received a letter from the President's Office at CSB today. I was pretty excited at first, because I recently wrote Maryann an email venting my spleen about the Vaginia Monologues not going on this year. I hoped that perhaps someone was going to address my concerns about it not happening. Working in development now, I realized that she probably didn't have the time or the inclination to answer it herself, but I hoped that perhaps they put someone on it.

Oh, no, but that's all right too. Instead, it's a letter about how CSB/SJU are striving to become more green. Awesome! It's about freaking time. (Although, there's no mention of how professors were advocating for a green dining center and were told that they wouldn't get it.) All right. Swallow back this reaction. Here's what pissed me off to no end--

THE FREAKING LETTER IS PRINTED ON TWO PIECES OF PAPER.

Really, I know that in the grand scheme of things this probably isn't that big of a deal, but for the love of everything holy. You're writing a letter about how green you are and you couldn't even print on both sides of one sheet of paper? Or ask one of the 23,000 people who are still on campus and have my email for it? With all the freaking questionaires you ask us to fill out on our graduation you seriously don't have my email? Jesus H. Christ people.

I know this seems like a wacky thing to get pissed off about, but honestly. It's the overarching message that gets my goat. "Look at how environmentally friendly we're going to be!" while they overlook some of the simplest things you can do to make things a wee bit better.

Gah.

I'm off to write a sonnet.

I just sent the following text message to Mags:

Darcy and Eliz. are engaged. Pfffft. True love does exist. I'm so happy I could die.

No, Darcy and Eliz are not particular friends of mine. I just finished watching six hours of Pride and Prejudice. My heart hurts.

I've never been one for typcially "romantic" movies. Most of the time I think they're contrived--as one of my favorite English professors once shouted: "Come on, you guys! It's like dumping Lithium on your ice cream!" But Austen's book is so far beyond a happy ending I can't help but love it.

One of the reasons I adore the book so much is because of Austen's snappy dialouge. Elizabeth is pragmatic, almost to a fault, but doesn't let that get in the way of setting loose some zingers. Her wit is incisive and fantastic. Her exchange with Darcy when he first proposes marriage is one of my favorite passages in literature ever.

I love Darcy because, well, he's arrogant and emotionally unavailable, and apparently that's my M.O. Throw in the the fact that he's as quick as Elizabeth and the two of them are perfect verbal sparring partners and pffffffft.

In case you didn't know the "pffffft" noise is my heart exploding.

All right. Enough. I'm so incredibly content with life right now that it's unreal.