I get started with this sucker and I can't stop!

I just applied a deep conditioning mask to my hair. It feels better already. When I'm applying the shampoo, I can feel the dryness. When I turn off the water, it only takes me one squeeze to get all the water out. I have to squirt leave-in conditioner in my hair to just get a brush through it. :( So very sad.

I hope the last blog didn't scare people. I was just thinking aloud. It just seems silly to me to throw all of your eggs in the happiness basket. I wish I knew the purpose of life. God, do you think you could tell me? I won't tell anyone, I promise. Just my blog.

I didn't go to Latin Mass today. They have an 8 and 9 o'clock service, but I was just too exhausted. I did go to the 10 o'clock Mass for the second week in a row. It's the family Mass (in English), which I love, because I get to see all the adorable little kids. I think I should quit school and become a professional nanny. I would love that.

The English and American Masses are pretty much the same, but the English Mass is shorter. There aren't as many songs; in fact, last week there weren't ANY songs, and Mass only lasted 40 minutes. They don't do the sign of peace with each other (that British reserve). At communion, it's kind of a free-for-all. You walk up to the railing, just before the steps that lead up to the alter, and kneel down and the priests will go up and down the row giving out communion. There's no blood of Christ offered. There also aren't any pews. Everyone gets their own antique-looking chair that are lined in rows with a kneeler in front of them. There are only two inches between the foot of the chair and the foot of the kneeler, so you have to step on the kneeler to work your way to the middle of the seats or risk falling on your face (which I pretty much did the first time). The church is called the Brompton Oratory and it's GORGEOUS. I haven't taken pictures yet, but I will soon and will post them (this isn't an empty promise!). I think they have 7 or 8 services at that church for Sundays ALONE. Wild. No excuse for missing Mass here.


My feet have blisters. My blisters have blisters. I need a pedicure.