I just finished my last essay for this year.* I stayed up late into the night to finish it, in a phychotically productive, hyper awake mindset. It was amazing. I also managed to do two loads of washing.

Sadly, literally the second I hit print, my body just died. I've retched 3 or 4 times already and have just dosed myself up with pills before I hit the sack, before I get up at 6.30 in the morning to do more laundry and say bye to Amy before she goes back to America. Is it bad that I'm thinking this much about laundry? I think I've taken too many pills. You see, I didn't have anything to handwash my tie dyed stuff with, so I've just put it in the wash on it's own on the wool/delicates cycle with only a tiny tiny bit of detergent, and I'm wondering whether it'll take out any of the colour, or whether I should put on my coat and go have a peep just in case, and crap, I'm insane, and even though I realise this I'm STILL thinking about the laundry. I don't want to leave things in the drier too long after they've tried either, because unless I take them out straight away I'll need to iron them, and nobody likes ironing, face it, though maybe I could combat that by just putting them on another tumble dry cycle? Also, because I put them in the drier straight after they'd finished washing, they were still really wet, and even with it on the highest setting it still might not be enough time because there's towels and stuff in there too, and I really really really need to go to sleep.

I love college; this has been the happiest year of my life, and it has gone so quick it's unreal, but right now, I'm really glad it's over with, at least for a weekend.

* Unless you count the two intensives I'll be doing, which are 4 days away. However, that spoils the joy, so we are NOT counting them.

Monday, April 23, 2007

You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan. You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.

Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan


89%

Emergent/Postmodern


86%

Classical Liberal


64%

Neo orthodox


54%

Modern Liberal


46%

Fundamentalist


43%

Roman Catholic


39%

Charismatic/Pentecostal


36%

Reformed Evangelical


32%

What's your theological worldview?
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Monday, April 23, 2007

I took my kids to a churches together service at Brooklands Church of the Nazarene tonight. They made me laugh alot. These are the reasons:

- Tracey Day did a drama. One of her lines was "Do I look like a rugby player?" to which one of my girls shouted out "Yes!"

- They developed a liking to my housemate Brian, and hit on him all night. One of my older girls lifted up his top, which he didn't appreciate so much. Sorry, Brian...

- When Brian rejected their advances, they proceeded to beat him up. Again, sorry for that.

- They rated my male friends against each other. They saw Jake as a bit more attainable because he was the youngest, and went off Michael Cope when he said he was 33. I find it quite funny that they believed this.

- They became convinced that Michael was actually my boyfriend. He tried to dissuade them by saying he went out with Brian, to which one of my girls shouted "HE'S A GAY! IN A CHURCH! THERE'S A GAY IN A CHURCH! GET HIM OUT! GAY! GAY!"

- I caught one of my girls talking ghetto at Emmy. She was all in her face, and threatening to batter her. Emmy, you're down with it. They don't talk like that to me.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Dr Swanson, I know that you read this blog. Please, explain this.

I am a nerd. This week, as well as working and doing other nerdy things, I've been doing obsessive things with DIV layouts on myspace. This is mine, which didn't involve any graphic editing, and this is Tidy's, which did. Fear me and my mighty geekery! Or pity me, whatever.

After I'd been to the gym today, I went to have a shower. Like most gyms, the showers are communal; the showers lead off the changing area. The changing rooms are quiet, so it's never bothered me. When there are other people around, people are really polite; if you're having a shower, they'll wait. No one stares. No one talks to you while you're getting changed. These rules are unspoken, but everyone knows them. People are polite like that.

Anyway, after I'd had a shower today, I went back into the changing room to dry off and get changed; so far, so good. Just as I was about to derobe, a woman walks in muttering to herself, saying, "I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad... haha... I'm mad, I'm mad..."

She seems a bit off whack, so I asked her if she was okay. She carried on talking; she was half talking to me and half talking to herself. She told me all about the hospital she worked in, exactly how far away it was, about how smelly her shoes were ("I'm expecting steam to rise up out of them!") and how long it's been since she was last at the gym. She talked for a long time.

I don't really want to get undressed infront of this mad lady, because she's looking at me as she talks, so I do as many things as I can that don't involve removing my towel. I did my hair, I texted Rob, I organised my toiletries into parallel lines. I folded the clothes I was about to put on, just to keep my hands busy. During all of this, the mad lady is still looking at me and talking. By this point, she's undressed herself; she was a big lady, and she was wearing a large, stained grey thong. It wasn't pretty. And she's still looking at me, and she's still talking, and there's nothing else I can do to avoid getting changed myself. I removed the towel.

She shrieked. It doesn't fill me with confidence when people do that when I undress. Oblivious to the fact I obviously didn't want to talk to her until both of our bodies were fully covered, she told me about all the thin women who she went to Weight Watchers with. I'm not entirely sure how it was relevant, or why she shrieked, but it was weird. I left pretty quickly.

People are weird.

I can't comment using Haloscan at the moment which is annoying; I can still read all of your comments though, so thank you.

It's really sunny which I like.

There's a 6 pint thing of milk on top of the big fridge, and I can't tell whether it's part filled with fat, or really really off milk. I hope it's fat. I really hope it's fat.

I've been elected Social Justice Representative on the Student Council. If you can all pray that I develop some sort of heart for social justice over the next few months, that would be great.

It's the end of lent today! I gave up wearing make up this year, except for times when I was doing anything formal. I managed it! It was horrible at first; my face looked a totally different shape so it took a long time to get used to. Thankfully, other than my dear young people ("What have you done to yer face?!?"), everyone has been really supportive. I'm definitely going to wear less make up from now on, it made me look a bit too much like a drunk drag queen anyway. That's never a good look. For me, anyway.

My contact lenses have joined the war that seeks to destroy my sanity. The pair I wore last month had dirt embedded right in the middle that I couldn't shift however hard I tried and made me blink constantly, and the pair I started wearing last week have taken it to a whole other level; a third of a lens managed to fall off during the night. I put them in this morning and they felt weird, so I took them out and had a poke, and I realised that my contact lens wasn't as whole as it's meant to be. I wore it anyway to church, but I was crying out my right eye the whole time (My church probably thinks it was the holy spirit...) so eventually gave up and threw the faulty lens at Rob Tidy. He freaked out, which was fun. Hello, Rob!

I'm mad at the moment because I just realised that all of my friends are away during the easter holidays, so I'll be all alone, cursing everyone for having lives. I would go home, but that would make me even more depressed. I think I'll just end up buying all of Co-ops wine selection, drinking it all and writing some really insightful theology. Good times.