If I lie in church, does that mean I'm going to hell?

I think today was a close to perfect Saturday, and that's saying something.

I woke up at 8:30, which is totally sleeping in considering I get up most days before 6AM. My morning tea was ready for me, which is another treat since I'm usually the first person awake and have to make my own. I got to watch TV, read this week's TV Guide, and I found my old elementary school yearbook. Which brings me to my first big topic of this blog.

I moved to my current town after "graduating" from elementary school. I might as well mention that in elementary school, I may not have been the most popular girl, but I was the best singer, as much as one can be when one's ten years old, and I was also the smartest kid. I won almost all the awards, and I was pretty full of myself. As you could probably tell from yesteday's post, I'm still pretty smart. The difference between then and now: now there are eople who are smarter than me. I don't even think I could be valedictorian, like I thought when I was ten. I didn't get ANY awards for last school year, which really pissed me off (I had a 100 average the last quarter of global, even my global teacher says she hardly ever gives out any 100s, and still no award?! B---s--t, thats what it was.)

Besides making me very nostalgic, the yearbook also sparked two ideas in my head:

1. I'd really love it if one of my old friends from my old school would move to my town. It would be great to teach them the ways of the school and help them assimilate into our culture, because they'd need a lot of advice. True, the towns are right next to each other, but they might as well be in two different countries for all the differences they have. I don't even have too much to say about it, except I'd like to kind of have the whole moving-thing come full circle: leaving them and having to assimilate, then having one of them come here and teaching them what I did. It'd be really cool.

2. I'd like to go back and visit my old school and my old teachers. I know it's been over four years since I've last seen them, but I'd like to see if they remember me, and to see how much they've changed, how much the school's changed, and how little the kids there are. And I hope they'd like to see how much I've changed and grown, and to tell them that I'm still smart, and that they taught me well.

Phew, now that I'm all done being nostalgic and all, I have an issue I'd like to share.

My friend has invited me to accompany her to her church tomorrow for "Friends Day". I told her I'd come, and I spent a while picking ot an outfit that seems appropriate for such a venue. But, the issue is: I haven't been to church in over three years, after my parents, and effectively my brother and I, stopped going to church because they felt that the churchs' teachings "strayed too far from the word of the Bible". I, persoanlly, think they're being brainwashed by a Christain Fellowship Radio Station, and I choose not to follow any religion specifically. My parents don't know this, because being the religious people they are, they'd flip a sh*t and say I'm being brainwashed by the "anti-Christian" podcasts I listen to if I told them. So, I'm posed with this problem: what do I do at church? I don't want to be disrespctful to the church members, but I also don't want to tell them that I don't believe in their religion and that my family doesn't go to church. I'm trying to come up with a good line to feed to people if they ask me about my relgious tendencies or if I go to church, but all I can come up with is:

-My family isn't very religious, I'm just seeing what church is like.
-We study the Bible and pray at home, we find it allows us to be more intimate with the Word of God (shoot, I just totally pulled that out of my *ss, and it sounds genius! maybe I'll really use it....)

My dad said, if worse comes to worst, I can say I'm Jewish, but I don't think that's right to say. I really hope there will be a lot of other friends there, so their attention will be turned elsewhere.

Wish me luck!