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Youth Group
An interesting night at youth group. Miss America 1997 visited the church. She's a nice woman, but all that stuff about dedicating her life to Jesus went over the top. She said if God told her to pick blades of grass and paint them different colours that she'd do it. I mean, come on, that's over the top. She talked about abstinance too. I guess you can bet that me being a satanist I was saying, "indulgence over abstinance" well you bet right. She even sang a song that she wrote about it. It was one of the corniest things I've ever heard, and the singing left a lot to be desired. I couldn't help but laugh subtly through it.
I guess you're wondering what the hell a satanist is doing at a Christian youth group. I go there because it's something to do on a Friday night, all of my good friends are there, and I'm getting out of the house. I'd go to a more appropriate one for my taste, but, damn the luck, there is no such thing around here.
My best friend Chris and I teamed up to play pool against my girl best friend Rae and my other mate Erin. We would have won if Chris hadn't predicted the wrong pocket, but hey, its just pool, who cares if you win or lose, I still had a blast. Later on I played against Corey, one of a couple of satanic friends of mine, and we played against one another. I sucked really bad so I let someone who knew what they were doing take over.
In regards to vampirism, Rae (who is diabetic and must do fingerpricks) was drinking the blood coming from her pricked finger. "Good girl." I said. And as usual, Chris and I were biting each other. That reminds me of the time that I was walking out to my bus with Chris and I bit him, then this teacher said, "no biting in school". Idiot. Naturally, I bit him again, deliberately, right in front of her. It's funny, she's not even my teacher and we hate each other. I guess my protesting of those god awful pep rallies had something to do with it. *evil laugh*
Well, I don't have much more to say, and I'm bloody tired, so I'm going to go to bed. More to come.
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