This is where I make fun of BU Today.  Because nothing tastes better than the hand that feeds me.

Boston University has a new page dedicated to BU Bloggers.  BU Today is running a story about said new page.  If you click on my link, I am the “featured blog” in a big shiny banner on top and somehow am still the “most popular” because people voted for me.  Of me, the article says, “[the blogosphere page] also links to Theology Girl, the blog of choice when we put our list out to readers for a popular vote.”

Now, sure, maybe this is great.  But despite the fact that I am more desperate than the other people and convinced everyone I know to vote for me I am the most popular, BU Today didn’t really seem to want to mention me.  In fact, the article features “The Ant Room” blog, a blog about, well, ants.  It even got a picture.  (I have nothing against the Ant Room.  Yay Ant Room!) And then there is “The Food Monkey” and then they highlight the blog contest winners again.  (I would like to reiterate that Caroline’s blog should have won, and that I hope she shows cancer who is boss and goes on to rule the world.  You go Caroline.) When it comes to me, however, I think BU Today felt they had to tack me on there somewhere since people claim to like my blog.  Here, BU Today, I will re-write the article to say what you really mean:

“Boston University has some great bloggers.  Most people write about interesting, intelligent things.  Seriously, look at all these links for all of these serious, interesting things.  Oh, yeah.  Uh.  Right.  Then there’s the one people voted for.  Uh, Theology Girl.  Yup.  She talked about auras last week.  Ooh!  You know what else, read the blog award winners again!” (Here the writer sighs an exhausted sigh of relief for having moved on.)

Whatever BU Today.  I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.

In other news, I have returned from the peaceful Berkshires and jumped back into the apathetic arms of the city.  (For new BU Today readers who have foolishly continued to fill their brain with my words, a recap of this adventure is in the previous five posts or so.) Three days of self-contemplation and organic food are all I can take.  Also, I learned that my aura is yellow.  A bright, solid yellow with an orange core.  It was interpreted thusly:

Me:  I hate yellow.
Woman in flowing skirt with surprisingly blue eyes:  Oh, no.  Yellow is a great energy.  People perceive you are very intelligent and when you walk into a room, they turn around.  They think you are the type who would be able to answer their questions.  Do you think that’s true?
Me:  I want a purple aura.  Purple is so pretty!  Let’s re-do it.
Her:  Um.  That’s not how it works. 
Me:  Oh, fine.  Yeah, I guess people look at me when I walk into a room.  I generally knock stuff over when first entering.  I didn’t know it was my aura’s fault.
Her:  You’re new here, aren’t you?

I’d say it was a fruitful spiritual exercise.

Ultimately, I had a good time seeking inner peace.  And I am now going to dedicate myself to yoga and meditation too.  Because, darn it, I want a purple aura.