Sunday, September 30, 2007

I led Sunday School this morning. Less than a handful of kids cried, therefore it was a big success for me.

My mother bought me a love spoon in Wales which made me happy. Her dog, Timmy (aka SATAN HIMSELF) has got fat and is still spitting in the face of mortality by staying alive. He walked into the gate of my driveway which made me laugh.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

I reached a new low in my unintentional quest to be the girliest person in the entire world by buying a trashy novel on the basis that the flowers on the cover coordinated with my bedspread. Not to mention my cushion covers, mobile phone, curtains, rug and several of my dresses.

I've managed to survive my first week of lectures with no tears and only a small head cold. The lectures have (surprise, surprise!) actually been pretty interesting. Theology, as usual, depressed me because I'm incapable of following the discussion. I'm living in hope that it'll be easier next week and I won't feel like such an academic failure.

I've fallen headfirst into my placement again and am loving it. In a moment of misguided enthusiasm, I agreed to preach at some point this year, which excites and terrifies me in fairly equal measures.

I've managed to embarrass myself infront of the freshers countless times already. I told a very confused group of them an incredibly boring anecdote which bummed pretty hard, and in my haste to carry on talking to hide my mistake I told the exact same boring story again. Another guy told me he was engaged, and instead of saying, "Wow! Congratulations!" like my brain was trying to say, I said, "Oo, ello!" in a very slutty way. I dread to think what he thinks of me, or for that matter, the 8 other people who listened in on that particular faux pas.

On Monday I had an afternoon nap and woke up to find a man on a ladder looking through my bedroom window. That was disconcerting, to say the least. My window now has a large and ugly strip of lead at the top, and my ceiling has a crack in it from being stomped on by the aforementioned work man.

I think it's nap time.

Monday, September 17, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007

From the "I wish" wall at Stockport Hat Museum.

This is balut. Balut is a fertilised duck egg, complete with duckling foetus. I ate it, and it was good.