Aggie Catholic Confession

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two years since my last confession.

I overslept for 10 a.m. Mass and told my Catholic friends I was going to the 5:30 p.m. one, but then I just didn’t go at all.

I lied to my roommates about the dirty dishes in the sink and about who hit our mailbox last weekend. It was me, but I told my roommates it was our elderly next door neighbor.

I made out with a guy on the Shiner Park dance floor for most of the night. I know it was lustful,  but he was wearing a St. Francis de Assisi medal, and I thought it was a sign.

I lied to the bouncer and the bartender at O’Bannon’s about my fake ID. I also overindulged in rum and cokes after I told a guy at the bar it was my birthday.

I skipped Silver Taps because I said I was going to Breakaway instead, and then I went to T-shirt Tuesday.

I ate meat during Lent last year on multiple Fridays, but only because I went to Antonio’s after a night out. I thought it was after midnight when it was really 11 p.m.

I flipped someone off in the St. Mary’s parking lot because I was late and he took my parking spot. I prayed for him in Mass, though, if that counts for anything.

 

— Milidairy Walk