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yay, fun and freedom in winter 2003!
Ladies and gentlemen, it's UPDATE TIME! This must have been the longest I have gone without updating my webjournal. I think that after my dissertation, I had to take a break from writing. Usually I'm scribbling something in my paper journal, or I'm typing something. I had to stop for awhile! Also I had one final project to finish up. But now it's over, and here's some stuff you should know about...
THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
I always thought that the best day of my life would involve me in a white dress, a church and the crazy dream boy. But a little over a week ago, I found myself experiencing a very happy day that's going to be hard to top. For those who are wondering, no, I don't have a boyfriend. What I do have, though, is A SISTER WHO JUST BECAME A CHRISTIAN!! AAAAAARGH! Do you know how exciting and wonderful that is? It is so amazing to know that I will be spending eternity with someone I love so much. I don't think that we'll be talking about shoes and the latest fashions- as we do all the time at home- but I know it's going to be ten million gazillion times better than that. And my relationship with her is already such a blessing! I'm really happy that she's decided to follow Jesus- that she can see that in giving her life to Him, she is saved from condemnation, and will experience life and love the way God intended. What was also really lovely was sharing this news. So many wonderful people had been praying for my sister, every since she revealed (at my 21st birthday party in her speech in front of EVERYONE) that she wanted to become a Christian. People from my old church, people from my new church, people who are my buddies. God rocks. And there's a song I'm writing, inspired by the angels who sing and cheer every time someone becomes a Christian...
"I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents." Luke 15:10
THE PROJECT
The semester finally concluded for me with my last presentation occurring last Thursday. I presented the fashion thing to the fashion people (yeah, that makes sense). I have to say that God blessed me so much with the way that assignment turned out. The whole time I was working on it, I was doing things at the last minute. Sometimes, I'd be scribbling pictures in class when the teacher wasn't looking before it was my turn to share my ideas, because I was so busy during the week trying to help out friends and trying to sort myself out. But God had everything perfectly planned- I got an extension for the project, and He gave me so many amazing ideas. I look back on Thursday, and all of the work I created, and I think, "Was that me? Did I really talk like that? Did I really make all of that stuff?" Because, if you've seen my previous design work, you'd know that it's very much like me. Scruffy, girly and spontaneous. I'm not the star student of Vis Com- I'm the girl who hated working on computers, who dreams and paints, who can't figure out what teachers want. I was always the girl who never thought she could design. And yet there I was on Thursday, with fashion students grinning and agreeing with me, and laughing at my jokes. They even made involuntry "Ooooh" sounds when the final design outcome flashed up on the Powerpoint presentation. And so I say again: God rocks!
THE JOB
I've been feeling a bit like Clark Kent lately. During the day, I go to uni in my usual colourful and fluttery clothes. After class, I rush off to catch the bus to work. Once I get there, it's off to the girls' locker room for a quick Superman change. Off with the art-girl look and on with the professional, sophisticated slick black outfit. Then I walk out into the store with an air that says, "Of course I've been here all day!" One slight problem, though, concerns the clothes that I pack. Because my work clothes will be squashed in the bottom of my backpack for the majority of the day, I have to bring the least creasable clothes. That means clothes with limited surface area. That means my little black miniskirt. And boy is it hard to bend down and pack away towels in it, while maintaining some form of salesgirl dignity. I bet Superman never had that problem.
THE RADIOTHON
My sister, being the wonderful girl she is, is really into doing charity work. She and her friend, Marina, were supposed to be helping out with the Kid's Helpline Radiothon last Friday. However, Everyone's Favourite Spacegirl ended up moonlighting as a telephone answerer when Marina pulled out. The trek from humble Denistone East to Eastgardens Shopping Centre (met in the middle by Sonya at the Town Hall steps) featured a small diary entry, Awesome Apple Hubba Bubba (am in love), and a discussion of the benefits of being viewed as a bimbo. Having also discussed the colour of the t-shirt we would be given to wear (we guessed that it would be a cute navy blue or white baby tee with the Kid's Helpline logo on the front), Sonya and I had no other response but appalled laughter when we saw the Radiothon team at Eastgardens centre stage. Big, fluoro and green. Does the word "ugly" mean anything to you? Even knotting the thing at one's side didn't really help that much.
The experience was a strange one. 2Day FM was broadcasting live, and there were celebrities wandering around. Even though I didn't know who they were, I figured that they must be famous because they got to write on people's clothes. Two of the celebrities were from Big Brother. One of them- a dude in a beanie by the name of Carlo- sat next to me briefly to answer the telephone. I wasn't starstruck- instead, my thoughts were, "Who are you, why are you sitting next to me, and why are you touching my things?" Personally, I would be more excited to see one of my friends or the boy who can fly. I saw cheerleaders perform; I clapped along to David Campbell singing a song; I met lots of new people; I ate a lot of caramel mudcake and apples. From 2pm to 9:30pm, I answered about fifteen phone calls all up. Halfway through my time there, I began to feel very uncharitable- sitting in the middle of a stage having nothing to do but observe all the people staring at you can do strange things to one's mind. I think that I was also unconsciously upset by my ugly t-shirt. By 8pm I was demonstrating my Justin Timberlake "Rock Your Body" dance moves (while still seated!) to my new friends, pretending to answer calls just to impress the crowd, and winking and making stupid rock star hand gestures to the announcer boy wandering around the crowd. People who act like that shouldn't freak out when the aforementioned announcer boy gives you free movie tickets and makes oblique references to "seeing my band and having a few drinks later". I think that the lack of donations to the Kid's Helpline and the lack of a proper dinner really messed with my head.
THE SUNDAY
After a hectic week of work, uni, people and rushing, I found myself floating about in a gorgeously free Sunday. Scootering to the corner store in the winther sunshine; painting my finger and toenails alternate shades of pink and purple; watching "The Princess Diaries"; listening to my favourite angsty girls (Avril, Juanita from Waikiki, The Donnas)- what more could a girl ask for? |