this is the equivalent ...

... of a total system format. I decided to delete the entire blog before this and start from the ground up again. It was getting silly over time, and it became more and more obvious to me that this was not what I had intended for my blog to be originally. Then what was I aiming for, exactly, you ask? Beats the hell outta me, but previous posts were definitely not my target.

So that's that. I'll continue this post with something a little more later on, as soon as I watch the one hundred and third episode of Bleach and tidy up a magazine article I'm working on for the school.

continuazione. So here it is, the rest of this blog post like I said I would. (One day late, but better late then never.)

The past couple of weeks has been a weird one for me. For one thing, I went to church for the first time in over four years. I kid not, that's four freaking years. I, myself, don't get why lots of people gasp and stare at me like the Devil reborn every time I say this, but then again, I'm not really religious so it might be an inside joke kinda thing.

Let's see: re-attendance of mass, semi-active involvement in Leo Club's activities. Yesh, this time I'm actually trying to make it to their functions and such; I feel like I'm gradually becoming a helpful and contributing member of society. That's when I remember I'm still prone to littering public grounds discreetly, skimping away from donations and am terrified shitless of giving my blood away, even if it is for the greater good of anemic people. Well, fuck me.

Last thing for now, today I went for a confession. Of sins. At a real church, and everything! The only downside to it is that I told the priest this was my first time confessing in like the history of ever. He kept asking me stuff like, "you mean this is your first time in many years?" No. "Longer than that? Or less?" Ehh ... much longer. "How long since you last did a confession then?" Mmm, well the thing is - ah, this is awkward. Never.
Cue the dead silence and uncomfortable cough from my side to break aforementioned tension.
Then he started preaching, or counseling. I can't really tell which but he did tell me whatever procedures I needed to go through in order to properly go for confession next time. I guess it was sort of embarrassing, but the tone he was using made me feel like he understood, so things're good there. That's that then! Now Benedict attends cathecism (however you spell that word, I can't remember) classes every Thursday evening at a kindergarten with other Catholic adult defects which didn't make it all the way through the first time around! Feel the holy, yo.