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Catholics are Cool! written @ 3:15 PM on August 05, 2002 St. John's had a festival this weekend. My family went in the 100 degree humidity yesterday. Usually I'm not so thrilled to go to this thing every year because of the 10,000 teenagers swarming in their hootchie clothes-- aka, my peers-- but it was actually a festival of lower key. Being a Catholic Church, the drinking, gambling, swearing, and smoking were abound. Basically, I had come home. Thank God I'm Catholic. Catholic = Guilty Fun Dad decided to teach me blackjack in the "blackjack tent." He also offered me a beer. I hope he was kidding. And you know what? He sucked last night. He lost all his chips. Meanwhile, Jonathan and Satan's spawn from down the street had been gambling. Jonathan won ten dollars and five 2-liter Coke, Dr. Pepper, Mountain Dew bottles. Mom and I partook to eating and the silent auction. "Hey, you better be watching what you eat!" she said. "You're at the age where you have to be careful." True dat. I already feel the Freshman 15 creeping up on me, but gimme a break. I'm only 18. Maybe when I'm 22... or something. God, I'm so naive. And I have four books that I need to finish within the next 12 days: "The Feast of All Saints" by Anne Rice, "Honky" (my college summer reading; I just have to take notes... All lot of notes) by Dalton Conley, "Artemisia" by Alexandra Lapierre, and "The Fellowship of the Ring" by none other than our pal J.R.R. Tolkien. On top of that, I need to finish a portrait of the father of my Vietnamese manicurist. He commissioned me to do it upon hearing I was an artist. It's going slow, but I think I got my passion for art back. I'm going to begin college with fresh ambition, I think. Reading "Artemisia," a book about the world's first major female artist during the Renaissance, has also helped rekindle the old fire. Very fascinating, complicated woman, she was, but I understand perfectly where she was coming from when it came to relationships between her father, her family, and her artist peers. I always loved her work when I was younger, specifically the one of Judith slaying Holofernes. In that one you could see her passion for art. When it came to slaving over pictures, she was worse than me. Art was something she wanted more than anything else in her life, and she well nigh sacrificed everything: her soured relationship with her father, friendship, marriage... I really don't intend on doing any of that. I don't love art enough to put it before life. "You can't have both happiness on Earth and immortality." In any case, the days are really slowing down now that I've quit work and settled down from my vacation in Destin. I think the last week and a half of my life in this house will be quiet. And for that I will be grateful. Still have much to pack.
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