Current location:	my batshit brain
Current mood:	crazy

I don't want to go to bed but I have to get up early in the morning to go to some religious pre-marriage thing (hurray Catholic weddings) that's an hour away at the asscrack of dawn.

I think it might be a double Monster day.

And damn, I can imagine all of the doodles coming out of that eight-hour session. It might look like my notebooks in junior high, plastered with band names and repetitive doodles of arrows or swirly things. I'm a fidgety person, and I also have a fairly short attention span, so if it ain't interesting, consider me not paying any mind.

I sure hope it ain't eight hours of finger-wagging, being lambasted with anti-choice messages, and being told ad nauseum about having sex before marriage is bad. I hope it ain't packed to the brim with goody-two-shoes couples and hopefully there will be more, uh, normal people like us.

They say they'll have lunch for us, but I'm bringing my own. I know the story with pre-packed lunches. They're often sandwiches with sub-par meat and shittonnes of mayo on it. I HATE MAYO IT IS DISGUSTING. ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK. I can't eat anything with mayo on it. It's retch-inducing. It's even pretty funny to look at, it looks so...wrong. XD