I must be close to the armageddon

It’s strange how I can worry about trivial matters one day and then switch to thinking about more serious things the next. My sister was telling me about the second coming of Christ as told to her class by the school music teacher, Mr. Luciano. According to him, Islam was created in the century 606 BC. Jesus Christ was born in 4 BC. There is no record of 3, 2 and 1 BC so they’re considered as the missing years. Now if you multiply 606 by 3, you get 1998. Add 3 to 1998 you get 2001 which is, according to some priest who often received visions of Mary, the year of Christ’s second coming. Now that really scared me because you really can’t argue with what the mother of Christ says. I know that it says in the Bible that no one, even Christ, knows the day or the hour of the second coming of His Son except God Himself. But it didn’t say that no one knows about the year. If that shit’s for real, I don’t know what else I can do. Mr. Luciano added that we could delay the end of the world by praying to God, but a lot of people don’t believe in the existence of God anymore. I’d hate to be a doubting Thomas but these days it’s really hard to keep up your faith. Still, I try my best to. All I want is to experience one happy human lifetime. Is that too much to ask?

Tomorrow is my class’s interaction with the dudes from Don Bosco…ugh. I try to console myself with the thought that there might be at least one cute guy present. But then I heard from the other section, who had their interaction today, that you get paired off to one guy and you’re stuck with him for the entire day. I just had to wrinkle my nose when I heard that. What if I end up with an obnoxious, ugly jerk? To think that I’ll be spending ten hours of my life listening to him brag about what a chickboy he is or something! *shudder* I hope the guy I get paired off to turns out to be gay. Seriously..I’ve never had a gay friend and I think it would be kind of interesting and fun to have one. *sigh* Although I highly doubt it, I’ll still try to enjoy myself. It is an experience after all. Still, I really can’t see why we can’t have interactions with schools who have more decent guys.

I began my novel, Confessions Of A Catholic Schoolgirl tonight, since I don’t have any homework to do. I’ve already finished the prologue and although it still needs a bit of work, it’s actually kind of good. I hope I can finish it before the world ends or whatever.