Church turned out not to be so bad, the service was fairly quick considering it was Easter Sunday. Thank God (pardon the pun) I probably won't have to do that again. I kinda wanted to check out the Catholic Church down the street to see what they were like. My friend Erin goes there and she said I can go with her next weekend. I think she goes to church on Saturday. I didn't realize that you could go to church on Saturdays. Ah well. I don't think Mom will like the idea. She's very anti-Catholic. I think it has something to do with Grandma. Grandma's Catholic. She doesn't speak to us very often because of Mom. I really wish that she would. I remember one of the very few times that I actually saw her when I was little. Mom had a doctor's appointment and she had no choice but to leave me with Grandma. We baked cookies and watched old Shirley Temple movies that Grandma used to watch when she was little. It was one of the best memories I have. Maybe if I convert, she'll talk to me. Not that she hasn't tired to call me. She has on quite a few occasions. I think that the only place I'll really be able to talk to her is at church. It'll piss mom off royally.