Letter

Call me lazy, but i got up at 4pm today. For some reason i've felt ridiculously tired for about a week now, and i can't wait to feel normal again frankly. I think what topped it all off was the guy in the room above me who decided to put his music on at 5am on saturday night. Security had to make 4 trips before he eventually shut up 3 hours later. I mean like, WHO DOES THAT?? It was quite ironic that the talk in church the next morning (which i was only just awake enough to listen to) was on anger. Haha, let's just say it wasn't exactly feelings of brotherly love eminating from me that night.

I guess you could say i've been learning a lot about myself recently. At risk of being vulnerable here, there are a few conclusions i've come to.
1) Rage builds up in me quickly. It wasn't long til i was screaming at the ceiling and thinking about smashing the guy's window in by 6am sunday.
2) I get defensive when i'm corrected. I hate getting anything wrong.
3) One of my greatest fears/hatreds is when people think i'm something that i'm not, or not thinking i'm something that i am.
4) I rely on humour in my friendships. My closest friends are those i can laugh with. If people don't get my humour and laugh at me (that is, being part of the joke and not always the butt of it), i guess i find it hate to relate to them and to be honest i feel boring, and if i feel boring i think other people find me boring, and thats something i'm not - one of my greatest fears. Lol, Oh how life mocks me.

Praise God he knows me and despite getting it wrong (a lot), he loves me. A couple of months ago i received a letter, one i'd written to myself on the very last day of Segue (the course i did on the ship) last year. It was such a strange experience reading it, i cried, as i sounded like a different person to the one i was when i was reading it, like one who'd forgotten what it was all about. But one of the things i'd written was a poem, and i just wanted to put it on here because it's one of my most favourite things i've written, and it reminds me of what it IS really all about.

My lover stands streadfast beside me
He stands tall and dressed in white.
He takes my hand and crushes my fears,
From the darkness he brings forth light.

My lover's words bring healing,
I draw life from his very breath.
How could my faithful beloved,
for my sake suffer death?

For many times i've cheated,
I've been unfaithful to him.
I don't deserve such devotion,
As my love so often wears thin.

But my lover chose not to see it,
He didn't count all i'd done wrong.
He carried me unquestioningly,
So determined he was, so strong.

Now my lover guides me,
He's put me on my feet.
That i might walk with him in faithfulness,
To where sin and mercy meet.

My lover waits patiently for me,
There's nothing but love in his eyes.
He knows me and my deepest thoughts,
But when i look at him, he smiles.

St Patrick's Day

Hello again!
It seems like it's been a while, though it really hasn't. Just thought i'd treat you all to a bit of eye candy (hehe) and it's easier to show than to tell. Firstly, so far i've forgotten to mention the wonderful snow days we've had here in the last few weeks, so featured is a picture of B1's snow-warfare and Chuck's idea of a snowball. What fun. Also featured is some small St Paddy's Day celebrations (the one night we all went to the Fridd bar without it resulting in an argument). There's also AJ playing my new keyboard (who, btw, was supposed to be my safe date for the summer ball but has stood me up as his girlfriend is now not going to be in America), Catherine (otherwise known as Agent Miles) and myself on a night out at main bar, my long lost brother Tom from B0, and lastly the great flood - i nearly flooded the kitchen whilst telling a story and forgetting i put the taps on full to do my washing up. Who wants to live with me next year?!!

So anyway, what else? Last week was stressful but got through, thanks for any prayers :) The salad i made for the band was AMAZING, i'll make a greek pasta salad for anybody, anytime. Didn't get to record songs last week as i had a much needed nap instead, but have written 2 WHOLE songs with MarkyB which we'll be performing at the greek on Tuesday, YAY!!! My room now truly is the music room.













On the Ben & Jerry war - Tescos had it on sale for £1.99 a pot, fortunately however, the flat's order for 14 pots were squandered when there were only 2 pots left on the aisle. 1-nil to Suzy.















On other things, MY FLIGHTS TO AMERICA ARE BOOKED!!!!! 6TH TO 26TH OF JUNE... MINNESOTA, BRACE YOURSELF. I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!

Also, God told me he loved me yesterday. It made my day.
I love you all.

work work work, i hate work

Unlike strange people like Steve Day who actually enjoy studying, today i am mostly hating it. Why does the University like to lure us into a false sense of security for most of the year by giving us a very minimal workload, and then cram possibly half the years work into 2 weeks?? Not only that, but it's at that time when the social calendar takes a turn for the better and lots of interesting events i cannot possibly turn down turn up as well. I'm making a salad tomorrow for the band playing at Time, how exciting!! Also have been given opportunity to record and EP on Friday on a big fancy recording thingy. Ideas for songs anyone that i can write between squeezing out psychological jargon into my proposal due in tomorrow? WHY OH WHY THIS WEEK?!!
Prayer for grace, sanity and a miracle at this moment in time would be greatly appreciated.

I love you all.

Tidyup

Look who i found! CUUUTE.
On an entirely different note, i want get my blog on today a little bit about my flat, B1. I love my flat, it's sociable and friendly and just because we fall out sometimes when alcohol is involved surely only means we love each other all the more... doesn't it? I am however growing more concerned however about a certain fad invading the entire corridor - Ben & Jerry's ice cream. I swear, it's taking over the world. Poor penniless students have been sucked into it's web of sugary goodness, and unhealthy addictions are becoming apparent. Chuck was eating it for breakfast this morning, Jen has gone through almost a pot a day for the last week. There are even more frightful stories like these, and i will continue to keep you updated on the situation as i try to stop it spreading to other floors. This is war.

I've had exams the last few days, i think they went ok considering how little work i did for them. I love Multiple Choice Question Exams, even if i knew nothing and crossed the same box for every question, i'd still get 25%. Results for last term come out on Monday, i hope i've whipped ass.

I've been praying God would give me a keyboard forn a few weeks now, and yesterday it arrived (i mentioned to my parents i was looking for one, and Dad bought me one on Ebay - what a lovely man he is). Unfortunate timing as i spent most of last night playing keyboard than i did revising, but you know, i know my priorities. I now have enough musical instuments in my room to make an entire band and for most of my flat mates to play in it - Keyboard, guitar, Djumbe, Bodhran and EggShaker etc. My musical creativity is no longer bound by lack of means, praise the Lord!

Other last thoughts: I'm hungry. Man-fast improving. Have a 'safe' date for the summer ball. I got applauded when i walked into the kitchen in B0 this afternoon and I'M GOING TO AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love you all.

Morfing Piddle

I was going to blog, but i've had to wait so long for a computer i dont have time coz i have to go teach piano to the cutest little 7 year ever.
All i wanted to say today was that blogging, will now be known as 'getting my blog on'.
Also, i wanted to tell the Biscuit Club just how much i love them, thankyou so much for asking me to be an honourary member, thankyou for the hugs, the friendship & the ice cream. Living in B1 wouldn't be half as fun without you all downstairs in B0... I LOVE YOU!!!!

And lastly, one of my latest works:
MORFING PIDDLE.

Celespate this worfing droof,
tis shaldy mand in tidding foo.
Caulding a meep for Lenter's Rot
In Nankta Shifty's Sauld-a-lot.
He sint a span, a tordal one,
with Drinty Fidey Shangleton.
But letting a spite to Bandy Fane,
They set aloof for Jordy Cane.
Night compride on Lectum bine,
and swashing sone asorlam climb
But akrunken fab alofty fell!
Acrack amid the splittling shell.
Drinty Fidey flooked alon,
and lefty-right he staggly ron.
Dward he banged to the flickling heap,
and Drinty banged at Shifty's feet.
"Oh-Warty aid are Rotsy's churd!
O-Fliv are past are polly merd"
And Fetchty did, Rotslofty cam,
D'arty Lord shawk arty fam.
And the morfing of this piddling noo,
Flivdy pee, wocrack theedoo.

We are the champions

The Bangor University Bare-Bow team - baring medals for our incredible shooting skills at a competition in Chester last month.
Three cheers for all sports requiring the minimum amount of effort & the most amount of fun.

Today, i have mostly been eating omlette.

I've been a little low today,
So thought i'd write a poem.
But sadly it's not going well,
as it would usually be flowin.

I spoke to Hilary and Meg in America today for 2 hours. Now i really miss them.
I may have to add Disney films to my Chick-Flick ban, as i recon the love stories are just as potent and leave me equally in as big an emotional mess, Beauty and the Beast has done me no favours.
PONDER: Why does everyone i love most live so far away?
I guess it's just like one of those mysteries of life, such as the mystery: Why are the cutest men short? Why are all tall men taken? Why are all the cute, tall men gay? I guess we'll never know.
But on a more positive note, life is wonderful. My laptop started working again, i'm getting a keyboard in the post on Thursday, and i'm in first year so i dont have to worry too much about the fact i've done no revision for my 4 exams this week. Fabulous.

(oh, if anyone reads this and has a clue how to work this blog thingy please let me know, i can't work it out for the life of me, thanks)

My first Blog. I feel quite cool.

Haha like anyone's ever gonna read this.