So, I had an awesome time at House Church last night. I almost didn't go, but one of the girls called me and I took it as a sign from God. I mixed it up and went to a new group. I think I'm going to keep going to their group, fewer people, far less intimidating.
After the actual dinner and discussion we played Mafia. Lot's of fun. I was the cop/the first to die. But hey, right before I died I guessed the killer correctly...so that was good...kinda.

So, Rose, the kinda-atheist who went to church with me, wants to go again. Her motivation is mainly a hot guy...but maybe God will work with her. I told her I wanted our whole group of friends to go with us. She implied she wanted to keep this a her and me thing...maybe God will also change that desire with time.
In a sort of related topic, she is writing a show, I said I would like to write it with her. It involves the gay life style and so she was really surprised that I'd be willing to get involved with that. Her comment has been raising question marks in my head. Should I, as a Christian, get involved? Chances are nothing will ever become of her show, so I won't need to worry...but still, it got me thinking.

This morning was not so great. I went to see my Spanish teacher. Not the most encouraging guy. More or less, I'm preparing to kiss my GPA good-bye. I was so upset, I called my mom to vent.
Maybe God will give me the strength and courage to go down with style. I'm thinking: Interpretive dance during my poetry presentation and no actually speaking Spanish...with enough coffee in my system, I could pull it off.

I need to go running to blow off some steam. Here's hoping I can be disciplined enough to get some writing done tonight.