A couple of days ago, I was sitting on my parents bed playing the mandolin when my brother comes in and makes a "deal" with me. He had told me that he would go to church if I started going to church. The worst part about this is that I was put on the spot right then and there. My parents eyes gleamed with hope and I just couldn't say no. The truth is, I miss going to church. Not because I miss verses or the "word" of god. I just miss being in church choir and playing the mandolin all the damn time. So I agreed. I told my parents not to expect anything more than singing and playing of an instrument. I've never placed my hands together, I've never gotten up when every one else does and I won't go to communion to "repent" for my sins. For what? No one is listening. Regardless, I'm excited about choir. If god really exists, (lol) then I might just save my soul and gain some brownie points by even showing up. I just hope that my body doesn't melt as I enter the Catholic Church.

Speaking of Catholic Church, Christian had sent me a beautiful picture of a church. Although I don't want to have my actual wedding @ a church, I am going to compromise.



I would love to get married there. I don't have to be a hardcore religious freak to appreciate the beauty and architectural design of a building.