I learned at church tonight that that question makes Catholics uncomfortable because we're a community-based religion and get caught up on the 'personal' bit. I'm not going to lie, going to church kind of makes me uncomfortable. Because I'm not a very good Catholic. I shouldn't even really call myself Catholic as I really don't live my everyday life as a Catholic should, except apparently once you've been baptised, you can't be un-Catholicked. So I'm probably going to Hell. Or at least burn in purgatory for a rather long time before I'm allowed into Heaven.
Tomorrow is our trip to Steve's dairy farm for my An Sc lab, which should be funtastical. Well, except for the part where I'll smell like cows. Ew.
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random story that has nothing to do with your post: So you know that guy who we saw sitting in the newspaper box after the fire alarm on saturday night? the one who you thought was the guy you made out with? I'm pretty sure it wasn't him. I ended up on the same bus as him on the way back from Vegreville (which was where ML was at) and we were two sober people cramped up in between loud crowds of drunkos. We had a long conversation about stuff and drunkos in general, and I discovered his name is Mark and he's from Main Henday. Aka, you probably would've remembered him more...Anywho. He was rather cute. So if the guy you made out with looks like that, kudos to you!
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