Misinformed, misdirected

Today I woke up around noon because my mom told me we were going to church to "visit." That usually means that we have something to pray for. We go to church when something happens, like we went the whole time my mom lost her job, we went all those times someone was sick...and I wondered why we were going this time. Well, my dad told me all the reasons why, and I didn't know we had so much to pray for. Why do they have to keep us in the dark from all the things they're going through? Do they think we won't care, or we'll react badly? Anyway, I really don't like having to pray for something or going to church because I associate it with something bad... but I do believe that God's watching...and I find it to be a shame that we have to ask for good things to happen... It was hard not to cry while I was praying beside my family...

On a lighter note... I think I'll condemn Hitler to Hell in my Inferno essay...or maybe Martha Stewart for fraud...or those Enron guys... so many people to choose from.... Fuck, I'm sleepy...

We went to McDonald's for lunch and we saw this guy in his full-body leather suit, because he was a motorcyclist. When he passed us to go to the bathroom, my sister and I just looked at each other, and my mom said, "What's that? Power Ranger?" Hahahha...that lady cracks me up. I think I'll work on my essay now..and I will...I WILL. I want to get at least half done today so I don't have to stay up on Sunday night...I hate that. I wake up and I skip 0 period because of that shit. I think I have so many detentions now I can reside on campus.