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Thoughts and Internal Debates [13 Mar 2008|05:47pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Eugene Peterson asks in The Message Solo, "What would it look like for you to go one level deeper in intimacy with God?"

How does one go a level deeper? What are the levels? How does one know when they've moved up a level? Life isn't a game of Mario Bros.

My love for God is much like Job's was. It's peppered with hate. Sometimes I hate what God's putting me through, I hate Him. But I love Him more than anyone or anything. I hate that I hate Him, but I love Him so much, I don't understand any of this.

Is my love for God and relationship with Him in a deeper level now that I have experienced a love peppered with hate? How do I move up a level from that? I can't help it, that's the way I feel and I feel this way because of my experience.

How can anyone even ask a question like what would it look like if you went one level deeper in intimacy with God, unless you know what levels look like and you have something to compare your current level to?

I believe that God desires an honest intimacy with me, but I think that my negative emotions hurt him. Just like when Malcolm's angry and upset with me. It hurts me, but it doesn't stop me loving him, and I love that he can be so honest with me. I would hate it if he locked his emotions away from me, even if he had good intention of sustaining a happy level in our relationship. I feel that way with my relationship with my mum and best friends too, and it's the same with God, you know?

Real love is brutally honest.

And I believe that God is ultimate love, therefore, of course he wants an honest intimacy with us, and can handle me completely, even the negatives.

He made me. He'll love me no matter what.
And I love that. Even though sometimes I hate Him. And now we've gone full circle back to, I don't understand it at all.

When we come closer to God, he shows us more of His heart, more of His heart. Maybe myh pain and hurt is a little bit of God's pain and hurt. Maybe I'm at that 'level' where God is showing me himself, letting me experience his heart, because we are just that close. I don't know.


God please be with those who are hurting. Please give them comfort and peace. I ask this so often, I feel stupid repeating the same questions, same requests. But we have to continuously buy bread and milk, to survive. We have to ask for the same things from God because there's a constant need for it.
There's always people hurting. It just seems like it's more now than I have ever experienced before.

God, please heal people. Give them peace, give them comfort. Let them know it's you. Amen.

I feel so sick it's unreal. Every day it just gets worse. This does not make me happy at all.

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[11 Mar 2008|05:40pm]
Dear Former Self,

I don't understand you just as much as I don't understand my present self, or even my future self. I just don't understand how you were so embarrasing, or so naiive, or so goofy. I look back at you and think how weird I was. I laugh at you. I cringe at you. But I love the courage you had. I love that your heart was stronger back then. I love that you had no idea about how to look but you didn't really care all that much. I love that you tried to see the best in people. You weren't cynical back then, Although, yes, you were. Because I remember becoming cynical. I remember the first time I made a cynical comment, or even passed a judgement, and I remember thinking, "Oh no, what's happened there?" I remember feeling kind of disappointed in myself.

I remember laughing so hard all day with Amy Wilson, and then crying all night long at my Dad's house. I remember texting Alice for ages, we wasted so much credit talking, when I could have just walked around the corner to her house.

When did she and I become best friends? I remember asking her and Abbie if I could sit with them at lunch instead of Helena and Danielle Bond.
Why was I so two-faced to her? That was mean. I know it was back-lash from the way Gina and Liz, and herself had treated you, but what kind of a Christian witness was that? I suppose we both have a view of our memories as a bit bitter and spiteful.

Why did you do so many stupid things? When a lot of the time you knew you would feel bad afterwards.
I remember recently thinking how great it was that I hadn't done anything stupid to get me into trouble and leave me with overwhelming guilt and a sense of impending doom. I like that. But I recalled that thought last friday night when what I said had got the Gentlemen into trouble. But then I realised that I hadn't done anything stupid or bad, they had. And I shouldn't feel bad. I just wondered if I felt that feeling again for a split second because I'm a bit of a gossip monger. I think I am, despite my best efforts to not be invloved in that stuff. Although, when did you get into it, former self? I don't know. I think I'm only just starting to notice the difference between knowing things about other people and things and it being gossip. But maybe it's all gossip? I don't know.

I just wanted to say, even though you were so much more embarrasing, stupid and goofy back then, you're a much more admirable person than I am now.

I've gotta go. I've run out of time.

From your present/future self, which ever makes more sense.
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Feeling Bob [11 Mar 2008|05:20pm]
[ mood | crappy ]
[ music | The Used - Pieces Mended ]

Today Jon and I were driving to work and pulled out from the road I live off. I'd just pressed play on the ipod for some music. I looked up, and there across the dual carriageway was a body. Someone had laid a coat over him and his bicycle was screwed up a few feet away. There was a coach in front of him, I assumed that's what had hit him. There was a traffic jam as far as I could see and a woman waving her arms in the air making phone calls. "Oh dear." I said. We pulled out and realied there was no way we could drive into that to pick up Sean on the other side. We turned left and went round the block to the other side of the walkway bridge on my side. We rang Sean and asked him to walk and meet us there. We sat in silence and waited. We watched a police car and an ambulance squeeze through the mass of traffic to the scene of the incident. When Sean got in the car he was white and said, "There's been an accident." I said, "We know." He said, "I don't think he's ok, he was lying in a pool of blood." I said, "I think we need to pray." So we prayed all the way to work, by which we got to via a different route.

We found out later that morning he had died.

On Tuesdays we have a Christian Union which we go to and occasionally lead at the school. It was so empty and quiet. Half the students and teachers had gone home. We prayed through lunch and the students had a chance to talk about it. Aaron, the leader of the CU, is in the same year as the lad who died. Apparently his name is Nick. He was really positive about the whole thing, it was great to see. I tried so hard to hold back tears.

On the way back to Wickersley Malcolm told me that he threw my shoes away.

Walking home, I realised, I don't want to live. How selfish of me.

When I got home I just burst into tears. This is so hard. Life is so fragile. It reminded me of Katheryn. I still miss her. And it still makes me cry. It reminded me of how I felt, and I know how they must feel right now. Confused. Very upset.
What more can I say?

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[08 Mar 2008|09:47pm]
[ mood | distressed ]
[ music | The Used - Smother Me ]

Isn't it funny how we hate our lives and wish for things to be different, and then when things are different, we hate it and want our old lives back? Don't deny it, at some point in your life, you've wished things to be the way they used to be, even if you hated back then. Why are people so fickle?

I just want it all to end. This is all just so tiresome. I need an escape. Something to release my energy and frustrations upon. Something that won't give me an infection or a criminal record or get me fired. I need some way of getting out of this, yet being happy again. And alive. I quite like that nobody reads this, which is really sad, but I like it because it just proves that I can say anything on the internet and no one will care. Not one little bit. I hate my job, I hate my home situation, I hate my life. And if any one cared I wouldn't. I might actually have some motivation if any one of my many, seemingly incompetent, bosses cared. There's nothing I can do about home but wait. One day, hopefully it will be fine.

I hate the NHS. I hate the government. I hate the way nothing will improve in this world until the Kingdom of God is advanced, and not the Kingdom of Man. I suppose I'm not really helping with being depressed and stressed, as I can do no good the way I am.

Let's face it, I'm useless when all I want to do is die.

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[06 Mar 2008|11:16pm]
[ mood | morose ]
[ music | 30secondstomars - A Beautiful Lie ]

I feel sick.

I went to see a play last night in Sheffield, called 'The Seagull' by Chekov. It was good. Utterly pointless, but I love that the point is that there's no point. Maybe that wasn't the intended point but never mind. The director's note was rubbish, and the acting on most of the main character's parts was average to poor. But I did have a good old laugh at Kostya and the papier mache seagull.

It was my birthday last week which was crap. It made me feel just more crap about myself.

And now I've been feeling sick for weeks I'm annoyed with it, so for that poor reason, I'm going to the doctor's tomorrow.

Malcolm's going through some hard times at the moment and I feel bad that I can't do more to help him.
Same with mum really. I just wish I could be useful and a good daughter and a good fiance.

I wish my heart didn't feel black and hurt.

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[25 Jan 2008|01:23am]
Still wishing I wasn't here. On Pais in rotherham I mean. I love pais and what it's about, I just hate the whole arrangement of how it works. i live with strangers who don't want me there. I'm passed on from one person to the next.
Mum and Mike are separating. HOORAY. About time too. It's just very hard because I'm not around to help. I need to be around. What to do?
My laptop broke after 3 months. They better just give me a new one that works this time. I need more driving lessons. It's my birthday soon. It's going to be lame like last year, but with less depressing emptiness. I know that for a fact, nothing will ever be as sad as that day. sad as in pathetic.
OH WHAT TO DO?!
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Deja Vu [29 Nov 2007|11:08pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]
[ music | Outkast - Flip Flop Rock ]

I get deja vu quite a lot. Malcolm tells me deja vu is when your brain is processing things slowly, because you're being thick... I tend to disagree. Sometimes it is just mild and I could put my hands up and say, yeah I'm tired here. But a lot of the time it's much, much more than that. It's so strong, like I actually believe I have experienced it before. I got it at Small Group at Pastor John and Dawn's house earlier and I realised that the bit I felt so strongly about today was an important message God was speaking through Janice about being poor messengers on the gospel by the way we live. And then I realised, pretty much every time I get it like that someone is saying something vaguely important, or could be for someone else, and it always feels like a nudge from the Holy Spirit. Malcolm still sticks by the "you're thick" theory, but I really, trully feel these are God nudges and I really, really have experienced it somewhere before. Perhaps I dream it in sleep, or have visions of it, without knowing what it's about. Just a thought, but a serious thought.

By the way, I still have insomnia and it's driving me crazy.

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[09 Nov 2007|05:12pm]
Well I was right. This year has so far been very hard. And to be honest I wish I wasn't here. I wish I didn't have to do all of this.
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[22 Sep 2007|04:24pm]
So I haven't updated for ages. To be quite honest, I can't be bothered, but it's been so long I thought I'd drop by. All I want to say is this last week, our first in Rotherham was good but very long and emotional. The summer was brill, with the odd crap bits. I spent about 3 months solid with my absolutely amazing boyfriend, Malcolm, and now we're apart and it hurts like hell. I don't know what to do with my life, I feel lost and stupid, and I'm not sure how this year will pan out. I feel like right now this year is going to be HARD. VERY VERY HARD.
The only other thing I want to say is: Malcolm is the best person in the whole world and I love him with all I am, all I have and all I will ever be and have.
Goodbye.
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[28 Jul 2007|08:06pm]
[ mood | hopeful ]

I have been exposing myself for who I am and who I used to be, both accidentally and purposefully. Things in my bedroom from years ago are accidentaly being found and fallen upon, exposing the rebellious years I passed through, perhaps am still meandering upon. Rebellion these days, however, is more of a tactic used to succesfully and happily progress in life while minimalising disappointment and dissatisfation upon all parties involved. Obviously some, mostly my Mother, will always be disappointed in me. Some will just try to disagree with anything I say because they can.
This year I have realised so much about myself that others have noticed more of me as well. The love of Christ I have inside is so much more obvious, I sing louder and more beautifully than ever before, a wonderful gift I know God continues to bless me with. I feel things I've never felt before; toward myself, others and toward God. I feel more grown up, I love that I have seen more of the world, more people, experienced more things, good or bad. Although bad experiences are not desired, in hind-sight they almost always provide strengthening and enlightenment.
There are some things I still feel need sorting out, still need forgiving, still need tidying up and praying into. There are so many loose ends in my life, some I don't know will ever be re-adressed or sorted. So many things I still need to be healed of. Emotionally, physically, how ever many ways something can affect a person.
I weighed myself the other day again, I've lost weight. I'm at least a stone under-weight. Even though that sounds bad, I don't have a problem. Admittedly sometimes I still feel a battle against anorexia. When people say forcefully, "You need to eat more", I feel inclined to eat less. When people say "You will always have the problem, don't deny you're not eating properly" my mind says, "Well if that's what you think I may as well give you a reason to by not eating again". Which is totally the wrong thing to think. Luckily I don't actually do those things. Never consciously. When you realise the subconcious is still taking over eating habits, that's your problem. I just don't want people to think I still have anorexia. Maybe I do, but yapping at me about it isn't going to help me one bit.
I look forward to the things that lie ahead of me, and I pray that it will be as I imagine it to be, and not yet another huge disappointment.

Being away from drama and performing is really getting to me. I love it so much, it's the way I really let go and release stuff. Because I haven't done anything drama for such a long time I find it hard to get into it without being embarrassed. I really want to be involved in big plays, films, I want to excercise what God has given me. I feel that in time to come my name will be well known for what I do. What that is I don't know yet. Ministry, preaching, acting, writing, it could be any of those. Or perhaps something I don't know yet. The more I pray about it the stronger this feeling grows. It excites me.

I have recently re-fallen in love with a song I knew long ago. Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen).

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…
I will dispense this advice, now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself, and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours
.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind; the race is long,
and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…
what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much
or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance,
so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can,
don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it
,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own...

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Brother and sister, together we'll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I have been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there, just helping you out, whenever I can.


Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings, their your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth
.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Brother and sister, together we'll make it through,
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there,
I know you've been hurting, but I have been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there, just helping you out, whenever I can
Everybody's free, oh yeah,
Everybody's free, oh yeah
To feel good.


I miss my malakey.
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[17 Jul 2007|02:08am]
Oh, and we also got 2 kittens, they are the most gorgeous things in the world (apart from Chimp) and I love them! And I have a sound proofed wall. And Auntie Ju and the cousins are coming to stay next week, woo! I am so unbelievably happy right now!!
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[17 Jul 2007|01:57am]
[ mood | jubilant ]
[ music | The Calling - Wherever You Will Go ]

So I have now graduated and completed our foundational leadership training for Pais 07/08! I had an amazing time and there are gajillions of pictures up on facebook of all the fun that we had. Me and Malcolm are finally allowed to date! HOOORAAAYY!! I am so happy! I also won an award at graduation for "Most Improved Intern of the Year", which I feel is much deserved but I am still so totally honoured!
Just before I leave for a while here's a couple of songs that really speak to me and are what I want to say to others at the moment:

I have a maker, he formed my heart;
Before even time began my life was in His hand.
I have a father, He calls me His own;
He'll never leave me, no matter where I go.

He knows my name, he knows my every thought;
He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call.


And in particular, this next one:

Though I feel afraid of territory unknown,
I know that I can say that I do not stand alone.
For Jesus, You have promised Your presence in my heart;
I cannot see the ending, but it's here that I must start.

And all I know is You have called me,
And that I will follow is all I can say.
I will go where You will send me,
And Your fire lights my way.

What lies across the waves may cause my heart to fear;
Will I survive the day; must I leave what's known and dear?
A ship that's in the harbour is still and safe from harm,
But it was not built to be there, it was made for wind and storm.
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[26 Jun 2007|04:24pm]
I've only got 10 days left in Birmingham! Only 18 days till I graduate, yaay!
I have a cold which is not good.
I am really looking forward to my dinner, Vic's wedding (though not at the same time) and graduating. And going on holiday and getting a cat and having a sound proofed wall.
I am not looking forward to never seeing the kids in Birmingham ever again! Well, I might, you never know, but still. And teaching Jesus is My Superhero to a big bunch of old Methodists. They do like their Wesley hymns.
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Work [14 Jun 2007|07:56pm]
The weeks since easter I have been working in Birmingham for Pais. It's been great! Although one of the team members is extremely hard to work with and lowers the tone somewhat. the last 3 days have been no exception. Infact yesterday was the worst day since I've been here. Much shouting and crying and threatening (the shouting and threatening on their part, crying on mine im afraid). Last week we had a guy on our team doing work experience which was amazing. Having 5 people on the team makes such a big difference! We could do so much more, discussions were better, we generally had more fun. So that was good. My little brother is doing work experience with the leicester team, i fear for him. I really am praying that they actually work this week to at least make a good impression on him.
I sliced my finger open the other day somehow, and it's trying to heal, but typing is making it worse.
On thursdays we go into a school called Stanville Primary School and play in the playground with the kids, which is something we do on tuesdays aswell, and we do other things there too, but today is thursday and we played in the playground. There's about 4 kids who are brothers and sisters and in total there's 9 of them. These are the youngest. One of the girls is called Tammy and I absolutely love her. I want to look after her forever. I dont know what happens at home but from what we gather from mentoring sessions with Callum, the youngest(?) brother, it's not good. This morning Tammy saw me walking through the corridor to go outside and literally run and jumped on me shouting "TAAABBZ!" and she asked me to pick her up, so I did and she wouldn't let go. Eventually she went to the toilet and i went outside. aftre playing with a group of us she went off by herself so i went to talk to her. So we played those pattacake games and something with another girl called Esther, and it was just wonderful. It was great to see her just happy. Then she jumped on me and wouldn't let go lots more. I had to carry her inside and she asked the teacher if he needed any help so that I could stay. Awh, it was just so sweet, and I really have a heart for her. I pray so much for an opportunity to tell her that Jesus loves her.
Work is amazing. I love talking to kids and telling them about and living out Jesus, it absolutely fills my heart with joy.

On a different note, but still work related, I preached at a Pentecostal church, where our office is based, on sunday night. It was the first time I'd ever done it infront of more than 15 people and for longer than 15 minutes. I was a bit nervous but everyone said it was amazing and it really is a passion of mine. I want to preach. That's what I want to do, I knew it before I even did it. Alleluuuia!

4 weeks til graduation!!!!!!!!!!!! YES! (That means I can date and I can't wait! Well, I can, but I don't want to.)
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Cold Water - Damien Rice [22 May 2007|04:41pm]
Cold, cold water surrounds me now
And all I've got is your hand
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?

No one's daughter
Allow me that
And I can't let go of your hand
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?

Don't you know I love you
And I always have
Hallelujah
Will you come with me?

Cold, cold water surrounds me now
And all I've got is your hand
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?
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[22 May 2007|04:30pm]
So I managed to get my hair cut a few weeks ago and it's really short and I hate it.
I decided to stay on Pais another year. So now my whole life's plan has completely gone awry. I am really confused at the moment, but I guess now I really am living in faith and not just where I thought I was but actually wasn't. I want to be a beach preacher. HELL YESS!!!
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[30 Apr 2007|08:24pm]
My writing senses have been awakened! At last I am back to my flow of writing. This makes me very happy. Although, I'm still not singing properly and this frustrates me. Another thing that is annoying me is the prohibition of being able to live on impulse. I work well doing things and deciding things on impulse, and being in Gateshead kind of killed that in me. Being home killed it more so. Being in Birmingham my impulsive nature is rearing it's head once again, and yet it's still not working. I decided to get my hair cut all crazy and short(er) and dye it purple, but the dying can't be done till I've graduated. The cut you would think would be easy, but it's been 2 weeks of strenuously seeking out a suitably priced hair dressers that will cut my hair soon. No such luck, which has annoyed me to greater heights that it ought to have. It boils down to the fact that I wanted to do something on impulse and I couldn't, so it's bugging me.

Thank you God for all my blessings, of which there are many! Thank you for the rebirth of my nature!
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My First Day on Pais Birmingham [16 Apr 2007|06:39pm]
So, I have completed my first full day of work on the Pais team in Birmingham. Although it was not a complete team, the only male member, Jono, is currently away for the week. The office is roughly a thousand times better than the office we had in Gateshead. One thing that I did find very strange was saying Pais Birmingham, because I have been so used to saying Pais Gateshead. I do miss Gateshead. Or should I say, I miss Gordon and Aileen. And Amy. And maybe thier friends tooo. And thier church. But I certainly don't miss Rita and her ghastly dogs. And I most definately do not miss Andrew. He's a nice boy, really, we just don't get on. We are better off apart. So far I am having a really good time, a vast improvement on my year so far, and indeed my circumstances in the far north. My hosts are lovely, very friendly and kind, quite the contrary of my last host. They have a cat, a beautiful red, no no, not ginger, tabby cat, which I must say looks extraordinarily like Hannah once did, in her more sleek and lean days. That fat cat of mine is sorely missed. The joys of having another to dote upon, in a pet - owner kind of way, makes it all seem better. Nobody believes me when I tell them I am a much more jovial character when there's a friendly cat in the vicinity. But I am.
I rode the train to work and back, and despite the office being a mere 30 seconds away from the platform, I have to take a 15 minute walk round the block to get there. There's no short cut by the looks of it. And silly me missed the train home because I wasn't paying attention. The doors were only open for a few precious seconds, by the time I'd looked at it having pulled in at the station 2 seconds beforehand, it was pulling off again. A newbie has no chance. I missed it this morning too because the oriental gentleman infront of me at the ticket booth took his time faffing around. Otherwise I would have caught it and not been 15 minutes late for work. Tomorrow I shall know to leave earlier. I left at half 7, this displeases me as I have to get up very early in the morning. Never mind, at least I get to see more of the day.
We didn't do a vast amount of work, by my standards at least. I was briefed on all the schools work they do, that I will be joining in with, which I promptly forgot. A good start I feel. Anne (pronounced Anna she is German) and I translated and typed up a drama sketch about pirates from German to English. I had jolly fun doing that. My favourite line was "Look ho! A beastly wave! We will surely drown now. For sure!" I realise the word, or a derivitive of the word 'sure' is in there twice, I felt the need to emphasise the fact that he was sure. But what an awfully stereotypical British way to phrase that sentence. I think in colloquial terms there would be much more swearing and blunt horror. Old English always sounds so detached. People shouldn't just say "yes, ok.", we should go back to the good old days of saying "jolly good old fellow."
Anywho, we also played a card game about beans which was positively odd. For a start it was all in German, and all the beans were either naked beans or drunken beans, or cowboy beans. I did not grasp how one should play it very quickly. I was also shown the 'magic cupboard', filled with wonderous things, such as puppets! Oh how I love puppets. And we planned some clubs and activites for the coming days. We went to a school for playground support only to find out that it was a teacher training day. So I met the head mistress of the school, who has a very weak handshake, I think I crushed her hand a little, and then we left. I also made a thank you card which was funny because although creative, wasn't very...good. So that's what I've done today.

And now I am attempting to research holidays abroad for the summer. I don;t think it's wise to book them online though, I'm always suspicious of a scam.

Inspiration is starting to flow through my veins again, though no story lines are forming as of yet. I'm hoping they will start forming soon, I need to write, it's driving me mad. This will have to do, for now.
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[15 Apr 2007|03:41pm]
I saw Sam last week, he was home from university. It was great to see him. He turned 21 and got a hell of a lot for the occassion. Very generous people. He's not pink and fat anymore. I missed him the second he got out of the car to say goodbye yesterday. I love my brother. I just thought I'd add that before I forgot.
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[15 Apr 2007|03:31pm]
So I'm leaving to drive with my mum to Birmingham in half an hour. All I've felt so far is a bit, unexcited. I woke up this morning and realised I'm scared. I'm more nervous than scared, that's understandable, surely? I'm just scared it will go horribly wrong like it did the last time. If it does go wrong, then I will stick it out, it's only 3 months. I just can't wait til it's over. Til it's the summer. But I want this term to be amazing for me, for everyone I meet in schools, churches and for my team. I really hope it goes as well as I'd hoped all those months ago. Positive mental attitude, easier said than done, but effective all the same. Don't be scared, she tells herself. He tells her. They tell her. There's no need. I CAN help it, if I try hard enough. I'm very glad my hamster is coming with me, my little friend for the few months I'm away. Gosh, 3 months can go by so quickly, but when you're not having fun they can feel like an entire lifetime. I suddenly feel the need to pack a notebook to spill my words into a story, I would like to write finish a novel one day. I started years ago. I didn't get very far. I've had writers block for a while. Inspiration's all I need.

World, inspire me.
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