I've never been a big church person. No one in my family ever goes, and though I've been with friends a few times, it was when I was younger. So I've not had a belief. My parents are both Christians, but for them it's more of a private thing, prayers not meant for others to know, and carrying God with them in their own way, which is cool, but never really helped me. I've got people who are more than willing to educate me and such, but I never had the patience. They either believe, or they don't, and nothing that doesn't fit their belief can be tolorated. I know that's not true at all, I'm exaggerating I know, but it's the only way I can think to explain it. They assume I know what they're talking about, when they refer to a past event, but no, I've got nothing. Anyways...I'm going to church this Sunday, first time ever really...going because I want to, not because I was staying somewhere and they did (which pretty much meant we didn't pay attention). I'm going to Jake's church in Houghton Lake, because we were talking about the reason I want to go, and he invited me so I'm going. It should be neat, he goes, and his dad's the pastor...he's so nice, I've only met him 1-2 times, but he's super cool. Not at all religious or rightous when he's at home - he's just like any other dad, watches tv and pretty much ignores his kid's friends, lol, like mine. I'm excited, I'm staying for the service and the sunday school thing after, because I want to learn about everything. This is a personal adventure, and I hope it...works out?...helps?...I don't know how to say it, but I know it, and that's all that counts. Maybe his church has a choir, I could sing in it, I want to do something to keep singing and be invovled with more than hanging out with people and going swimming and to work. That's it, just me thinking about random things again lol.