| 11:24a |
the rules of rock
I've been thinking lately how blessed I am in my life. I know that I get overwhelmed really easily by the events of life (my mum has a better way of phrasing it- she says that I'm "delicate"), so I've been trying to remember just how fortunate I am to be living the life that I live. Just the other day, I realised how much I like the way I live my life. Like, reading the Bible, being creative, writing stuff, making art, making music, chatting to friends, having crazy times. And I think that, compared to all the people in the world who are hungry, homeless poor and sick, I think that I have a lot of really good stuff in my life. I am very fortunate to be able to have the luxury to have a creative occupation. God is right- I shouldn't complain.
Sunday night was rather energetic and fun! After church, a bunch of us went out for gelato (as one can do when one goes to church near Leichardt) because it was Ben's birthday. What ensued after was a very intriguing and exciting game of Truth or Truth. There were no dares, which I was a bit bummed about, because there were a few Truths that I would have liked to have Dared my way out of. Obviously there were a lot of boy/girl questions. I really dig the church gang- they are so youthful and interesting.
This morning was rather special, because, friends, I woke up BEFORE SIX! I'm really excited by the number of Christians on the design campus this year, so I've been organising breakfasts for us to get together. I am certainly NOT an early riser, but it was the only time I could catch everyone. It was very interesting to open my eyes this morning to see the sky all dark outside the window. Before I got out of bed, I text-messaged the only friend I know who wakes up before seven, saying, "Is it always SO DARK??" The sun did rise, eventually, and we had a marvellous time at the cafe. The In & Out cafe got turned into a 7-11 (very very sad), and so this year we're meeting up at Europa Central. Which is expensive, but golly, those chandeliers and animal-print cushions make me feel beautiful-by-association! The gang and I had a bit of a crazy time- going over Luke's "Rules of Rock", eyeing each other's pancakes and planning our upcoming adventure to Adelaide.
Last night, I discovered that my little brother Derrick (the sixteen-year-old) is indeed a ROCK STAR! It was his high school music night, and I spent most of the night trying to be engaged by violinists and solo guitarists. Unfortunately, when you've seen a once-in-a-lifetime performance of Rachmaninoff at the Sydney Opera House four days ago, classical music played by teenage boys doesn't sound quite so tuneful. Then, after trying to think of solutions to my problems while a few trumpets and cellos whimpered away in the distance, my brother's rock band was announced. The curtains opened, and there was my brother in his retro-rockstar gear, his green bass guitar strapped to him, surrounded by some very decent amps. He was with three of his other friends in various punky outfits. The audience cheered- my brother and his friends were the only rock group to perform. They played this Foo Fighters song, and man, I was screaming so loud! They did this jumpy thing, as boys in bands do, and I was cheering so loud for him that the lady in front of me (someone's grandma, probably) got annoyed and had to cover her ears! I was so proud of my brother, as though he was my own child! Derrick is always dreaming of being a rock star, and his dream is more real than mine, seeing as he can actually play his instruments properly. So I was so happy to see him up there, living out his dream. It might have only been a high school performance, but hey, isn't that the perfect place for dreams to start? When we got home, we both rhapsodised about the performance as we watched the home video my dad taped (twice). Derrick gained a few fans last night ("Hey, you're the bass player- you were so cool!"), and I reckon that he and his friends would have been the coolest kids at the show last night. A little bit of rock star magic goes a long way. |