January Third.

Today was a strange day. Somehow, my mommy talked me into going to church with her this morning. HUGE MISTAKE on my part. Now all of the church people who have known me since I was a little child are like, "Oh! I am so glad you are back! We have all missed you and are very happy that you have rejoined the congregation!" (basically saying, "We are so glad you are no longer a rebellious little demon!").Well, I have news for all those crazy people. IT WAS A ONE TIME THING. I will never be so stupid as to go to church with my mother again. Then, as we're leaving church, she rolls down my window and says, "Hey look! There's Lindsey!"

Now, there is a story behind this Lindsey girl. When I first stopped going to church about two years ago, she called me every Saturday asking me to start attending again. She started off nice, just kind of asking if I wanted to go and what not. THEN she got angry. She said she would egg my house, she said she would kidnap me from my bed on Saturday nights so that I would go. I could never tell if she was joking or not... but eventually she left me alone.

So Lindsey is about two feet from my car and my window is rolled down and the car is stopped. so I have no choice but to say, "Hi, Lindsey". Her eyes totally LIGHT UP with glee... or fiendish excitement. I'm forced to talk to this crazy woman for about a minute (which is wayyy too long) before my mom finally drives away. Mom apologizes as we drive away: "I'm sorry, I didn't think that would be so awkward".