Saturday Morning

Had a really lovely day with Jo yesterday. Both went to the prayer meeting and then for breakfast at the canteen. Funniest breakfast in a long time, due especially to my apparent deafness. I am frequently mishearing people at the moment, and was convinced that Andy said, "It's just a shame that AJ isn't Tuna Boy." Now, believe me, I realise that it wasn't a sensible thing to say, but it was what I heard. Andy said that he hadn't said that, but wouldn't tell me what it was that he had actually said. This prompted a long conversation about tuna and somehow Jo and I discovered that Tuna Boy is actually Chris' alter-ego. Of course after this we thought up lots of songs we could sing, seeing as Chris is trying to choose songs for his baptism. My Jesus, My tuna; Sing to the tuna; As the deer pants for the tuna etc. All very lovely tunas, as Chris said. And yes, we are clearly insane. For more about tuna check out the Social Satire website.

Jo and I were discussing our own insanity and the fact that we can talk for hours without actually saying anything. I tend to repeat whatever Jo has just said, and then she will sing it back to me. Or we add extra syllables into words - Cuppa-m-tea; tuna-m-fish etc. Ultra bizarre, I know, but fun.

We had lunch at Pizza Hut. The very nice waiter let us get the buffet even though we were a tiny bit too late. We tipped him well (for students.) And at Starbucks we had the BIGGEST cups of tea EVER!!! How wonderful.

Couldn't find any accessories to go with the beautiful shoes for the party, but I still have a week. However upon my return home, I had a letter from Grandma and Granddad in which they had included "a little something towards party expenses." This little something was, in fact, £100! Rather more than little I'd say, but wonderfully so. I love my grandparents - they really are the most generous people I know. So we're going to get some nice decorations and balloons. Not sure what else though.

Ladies' night has been postponed for various reasons. One being that we couldn't get through to the darned cinema! Going to the cinema this afternoon with the boys though which will be nice. Pity about Ladies' night though :(

I'm meant to be doing some work now. But then, I'm always meant to be doing something else when I'm sat here writing :) We have our performance on Tuesday. It's all about how the government manipulate the media in order to manipulate the general public. Not sure how enthused I am about it yet though. And we have to write a critique of it, so I'm going to get going on that.

Ciao for now

Shoes

I bought some incredibly beautiful shoes yesterday. Red stilettoes. They are truly lovely. And I'm terrified of falling over in them. Got them from Dorothy Perkins in the sale, so I can't find a picture of them on the internet. These, however, are the most beautiful shoes in the world. I think they are amazing. I want them in either the green or in blue, but the shop didn't have them, so I'm going to wait and get them to go with my graduation ball dress (no.5235). I haven't decided on the dress colour yet. It'll either be dark navy with a blackwatch tartan panel at the back, or deep purple with a bright pink panel. The Blue shoes would go with either, green with the navy/tartan. Can't wait. Anna's going to make that for me.

Jo's taking me out for lunch in Southampton today. Because I'm lovely, apparently. Bless her.

Must do some work now...

Terrifying!!!

SO, I had the most terrifying experience of my life last night. There I am, getting ready for bed, when I turn round and there he is, staring at me, sat on my bed, just staring at me. I had a choice. I could either catch him and chuck him out of the window, hoping that no-one was outside to see me so scantily clad, or I could put my pyjamas on first. I went for the pyjamas and the blighter ran down the side of my bed next to the wall. He was enormous. I was petrified. Was he the same spider I had bravely removed from Jennie's room last week? I was sure he was bigger. But then the other girls had found him in their rooms too. So clearly throwing him outside doesn't work. The evil thing just finds ways of getting back in! I ran up to Clare's room and tried to get her help, but my room is too much of a mess - He could have been anywhere. I slept on Clare's floor last night, rather than risk that thing crawling all over me. Urgh! I was such a wimp! I hope he dies in my room. Then I don't have to deal with him when I get home from shoe shopping...

Wild at Heart

Reading a FANTASTIC book at the moment. Wild at Heart by John Eldredge. It's brilliant. It's about challenging men to live up to the heart God has given them, a heart of wildness and strength, not the pansy heart that society and a wrong idea of Christianity seems to be forcing upon them. It also shows women what men should be and why they do things they do. It's so hard for me to explain how fantastically brilliant this book is - you'll have to read it for yourself and find out what I'm trying to say. I'd rather be at home reading it than be in college in the hot stuffy library. Not only does it tell about men, it helps to give us a better picture of God too, by showing how the hearts of men and women are like the Heart of God. It's also brilliant because it gives me permission to feel the way I feel. For instance I've always felt a bit bad about wanting someone to think I am beautiful, because surely I should just believe I am because God made me. But Eldredge points out that women are made with the desire to be the beauty and to desperately want a man who will see them as that and will be their hero. I always excused myself before by saying I'm over-romantic, and also needy, but NO, that's wrong. God made me to want those things and He made men to want to be those things - adventurers, heroes etc. WOW!!! Buy it, read it, share it and read it again.

Nearing the end

It's all very sad. Last night was my last CU meeting, as a student here at least, and this morning was my final lecture. Although it wasn't actually a lecture, it was a rehearsal, and if I'd known that I would have paid more attention to all the other lectures. I'm not sure I want to be a grown up. I've been in education for 3 quarters of my life and I've quite enjoyed it really. I'll be doing a course next year as part of my work at Christchurch, but it's really not the same. My housemates are all going travelling next year - I have a job. Boy, the youngest in the house and the first to be a proper grown up. All this is tying in with the end of Friends. Everything I'm used to is coming to an end. Sob. I feel like I'm the one getting my own show though (a la Joey)because I'm staying in Winchester and they're all disappearing off. Hmm...

The Weekend

FANTASTIC!!!

Had a really cool time on Time Out. Learnt lots from Gemma's bro who spoke. The thing that really made me think was how God doesn't ask us to do things that we can't do, anything He asks is possible. So, the fact that I'm nervous about next year is based on my own human fear, but I can be sure in the knowledge that I will be able to do what God has asked me to do because He will give me His help. How cool is that?! Also realised that my prayer life is nowhere near good enough. I'm wanting to be in relationship with God, but I'm not putting the effort in, so no wonder I find things tough.

We went to the beach on Saturday and it was beautiful. Went in the sea and got soaked, but that's another story :) I sat on a big wooden thing in an attempt to dry out and not get covered in sand (didn't work, but again, another story.) and looked out at the sea. It struck me that the sea is like God. So big and full of life, and amazingly beautiful, but at the same time powerful and strong and it can kill you. We've been learning about the fear of the Lord recently, and I think I finally understood on Saturday. Like the sea, you have to respect it because it is powerful and you have to be sensible and obey the rules because the sea has the power to take you so far out. It's only safe if you're sensible. It's similar to God. He is amazing and beautiful and loving and full of life, but we have to fear Him with respect and honour because He is not safe. Read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. C.S.Lewis puts it so well when he writes about Aslan: "Who said anything about safe? ’Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King I tell you."
"I’m longing to see him," said Peter, "even if I do feel frightened when it comes to the point.

And: "But as for Aslan himself, the Beavers and the children didn’t know what to do or say when they saw him. People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at the same time. If the children had ever thought so, they were cured of it now. For when they tried to look at Aslan’s face they just caught a glimpse of the golden mane and the great, royal, solemn, overwhelming eyes; and then they found they couldn’t look at him and went all trembly."

Like the sea - God is good and terrible at the same time.

Played a highly fun game over the weekend which basically entailed me taking Andy's belongings when he left them lying around. Great entertainment and a free pint from that. But the fun did turn violent at one point. I've forgiven the violent little mongrel though and I clearly taught him a little patience :) I have injuries, so the weekend was clearly brilliant. Got a little teary on the train home as I remembered that it was my last Time Out but I like to blame that on the tiredness. I was sat with boys after all. And my jumpers smell of boy, because being a girl, and therefore sensible, I had the foresight to take jumpers with me. Will did not. So I graciously lent him both over the course of the weekend, and one of them spent the night in the boys' room. Yuck, boy smell. I realised why the boys don't let me join in with all their games - I am the Super Grass and tell on them. I have to learn to behave!