Justine

Hey guys, have you fulfilled your Sunday obligation? I very much wanted to go for the 11 o'clock mass today, since I haven't been to church for over a month now. However, I only officially got out of bed at 1. I think they really should have a mass in the afternoon, say 3 pm. And I have a feeling that I have been demoted, from a level 6 Catholic to a level 2. But it's just a feeling. Wait, do we even have "levels" like in Pac-Man? (FYI: The game technically has no end, but level 256 is unplayable. Read that online.) Anyway, I was talking on MSN till past 2 last night. I am a walking contradiction, aren't I? I also hate children, but want 7 of my own.

I think sleeping with Andrew, is like sleeping in a tub of cockroaches, in the middle of a freeway. He starts snoring about 4 seconds after his head touches the pillow. After which, he snores right into your ear, at full volume. Then at some point in his sleep, he will hit you real hard. And then you guys go through something like a tug of war because he has somehow managed to entangle himself with the one and only blanket, which was initially meant for sharing.

I just remembered, they have an evening mass at church. But... I've got my grandma's party tonight. God or grandma? God or grandma? God or grandma? God or grandma? I hate making decisions like that. Have to go, cya.