So I am currently in the middle of the British half-term holiday, or as my English teacher likes to call it, a "recess". I object to this term becuase it imples I may actually work in this period, which is clearly false. Today I went to Yap's house and we made 2 different variation of cookies, pancakes, omelettes, and ate ice cream and played music and did a big fat load of nothing.
This week I've been thinking about babies. Not in like a weird way. I just find it weird how once upon a time we could all fit into a boot and got passed around relatives thta cuddled and cooed us and none of can remember it, and yet that same brain, body etc. is what we now use to think, feel, be creative, be aware. It's so bizarre!
This has also led me to think extensively about the future, it's so weird to think that in 10, 20 years time I don't know where I'll be, who I'll be with. I could be married with sixteen children named after the weather on the day they were born, and little Drizzle could be sat on my lap playing scrabble with Cloudy, Sunshine and Chilly. I could be part of an exciting new development that sends ordinary people to space and be about to be shot up in a rocket to explore corners of the universe as yet undiscovered by humankind. I could be a hermit, sat in my hermit cabin eating crab sandwiches and listening to the rise and fall of the ocean outside. I could a trained assassin on a mission to kill the Mongolian prime minister with a ray gun supplied by a Chinese Botanist. And all of these things, although unlikely, are perfectly possible, (perhaps, minus the space one...) because the choices and decisions that lead to them happening haven't been taken yet! I love the fact that my life is a completely open plane, ready to be splashed on and painted and for me to do what I want with it and yet my God knows exactly what choices I'll take and is there to protect me along the way! Brilliant!
I am babysitting at the moment, and I (foolishly, I now realise) agreed to embark on a game of "Guess the Person" with a 4 and 6 year old. On the 4-year-olds go, I whittled it down to a member of his class. Not knowing any members of the said 4-year-olds class, I insisted he must be playing the game wrong before he announced the person was actually himself. I am a fool.
Incidentally, I am 162 cm tall, which is the tallest I have ever been! Well chuffed.
Off to learn my lines for my A Level drama performance. Not going so well.
God bless :)
Love, Anna
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Thursday, 10 February 2011
anyone with a turtle can't be a bad person
So, at the end of this month, I have an Italiano coming to stay with me. Said Italiano (also known as Carola) seems very lovely and I hope she is a nice person as she has to share my room. There are many complication with sharing a room with an utter stranger. There's the possibility that said stranger will sleep-talk, sleep-walk, sleep-cry, sleep-burp (I'VE SEEN IT HAPPEN), but by far the most irritating sleep related ailment is sleep, or just bedtime, farting. A friend who shall remain nameless has a delightful habit of ringing me a ridiculous times in the morning to demonstrate this particular variety of sleep-related quirk. Yes, thats right, I have a friend who rings me purely to fart down the phone. I refuse to discuss this further.
In conversation with my friend Andy today, I made it quite clear how stressed I was. The reasons for my stresses are numerous and dull, but Andy made a comment that stuck with me. "The more you worry the bigger the worries get". Upon thinking about this, (after head butting Andy and stating that "WORRIES ARE GOOD, WORRIES GET THINGS DONE.") I have come to the conclusion that he may have a point. The more you think about something you're worried about, the more "what if's" you come up with. Worrying neither mends, corrects or changes a situation - all it's good for is amplifying. Andy is one of those quietly efficiently people who gets everything done whilst seemingly making no effort at all. For example, despite regularly discussing holepunch related incidents and other things that affect general society with him in English, while I write 3 lines, he, whilst taking part fully in the conversation, writes 2 pages. I am very jealous of this skill as it is something I most definitely lack.
Upon looking up worrying quotes on the internet (hi, I'm a nerd), I came across this one, which was my favourite: "I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened." ~ Mark Twain. It is true that we play out every possible scenario in our heads when very few of them actually happen.
Going back to the Italiano topic, my friend today remarked "I'm pretty sure my Italiano lives miles from everyone else, but she's got a turtle so it's OK." Greater words of wisdom I have never heard.
In conversation with my friend Andy today, I made it quite clear how stressed I was. The reasons for my stresses are numerous and dull, but Andy made a comment that stuck with me. "The more you worry the bigger the worries get". Upon thinking about this, (after head butting Andy and stating that "WORRIES ARE GOOD, WORRIES GET THINGS DONE.") I have come to the conclusion that he may have a point. The more you think about something you're worried about, the more "what if's" you come up with. Worrying neither mends, corrects or changes a situation - all it's good for is amplifying. Andy is one of those quietly efficiently people who gets everything done whilst seemingly making no effort at all. For example, despite regularly discussing holepunch related incidents and other things that affect general society with him in English, while I write 3 lines, he, whilst taking part fully in the conversation, writes 2 pages. I am very jealous of this skill as it is something I most definitely lack.
Upon looking up worrying quotes on the internet (hi, I'm a nerd), I came across this one, which was my favourite: "I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened." ~ Mark Twain. It is true that we play out every possible scenario in our heads when very few of them actually happen.
Going back to the Italiano topic, my friend today remarked "I'm pretty sure my Italiano lives miles from everyone else, but she's got a turtle so it's OK." Greater words of wisdom I have never heard.
Monday, 7 February 2011
I'm sorry, but I'm not going to apologise.
So Nick Clegg came to our school the other day to answer questions about the cuts and stuff. For people outside the UK, Nick Clegg is deputy prime minister and MP of my area. I'm not really a driven political type but even I could see that he evaded a hell of a lot of questions. There was much, shall we call it heated, debate. It was quite exciting to be able to applaud after someone called him 'a lackie of David Cameron without the strength of character to stand up for what he believes in'. OOOHHHHHHHH.
There was a lot of anger and frustation, on both sides it seems. One of my favourite moments was when Cameron said "I'm being chipper with you now, because you're being chipper with me." I am not 100% sure what chipper means but it still made me chuckle. Without a doubt, my favourite moment was when, in relation to the cuts, Clegg said "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to apologise." Politicians sometimes struggle to make sense don't they? Clegg was coming across so badly that our headteacher cut the Q&A because people were getting pretty angry.
On a lighter note, I died my hair on Friday - with the help of a meticulous Gilly and a highlighter brush, and without the help of an allergic-to-henna Amy, who instead sat on the utility step and kept us company via the medium of talking. I spent the rest of the evening with my head wrapped in clingfilm, which as you can imagine is the most attractive look a girl can go for. The problem with using clingfilm as a hair accessory as opposed as an implement for aiding packed lunches is that it was made for the latter, and no matter how much clingfilm you wrap around your henna-covered hair, it just doesn't stay on very easily :(
God bless :)
Love, Anna
There was a lot of anger and frustation, on both sides it seems. One of my favourite moments was when Cameron said "I'm being chipper with you now, because you're being chipper with me." I am not 100% sure what chipper means but it still made me chuckle. Without a doubt, my favourite moment was when, in relation to the cuts, Clegg said "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to apologise." Politicians sometimes struggle to make sense don't they? Clegg was coming across so badly that our headteacher cut the Q&A because people were getting pretty angry.
On a lighter note, I died my hair on Friday - with the help of a meticulous Gilly and a highlighter brush, and without the help of an allergic-to-henna Amy, who instead sat on the utility step and kept us company via the medium of talking. I spent the rest of the evening with my head wrapped in clingfilm, which as you can imagine is the most attractive look a girl can go for. The problem with using clingfilm as a hair accessory as opposed as an implement for aiding packed lunches is that it was made for the latter, and no matter how much clingfilm you wrap around your henna-covered hair, it just doesn't stay on very easily :(
God bless :)
Love, Anna
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Formspring poster?
I have recently yielded to the masses and got myself a formspring account. To the (fortunate) few who are uninitiated, formspring is a website designed for the abusage of its members. The idea is you get an account, and your "friends" anonymously ask you interesting and insightful questions, or, in reality disgusting nevertheless imaginative questions that would almost definitely not help them get to know you better.
I signed up in the hope that I would get some amusing questions, and the first question somone types is "Shaven haven or hairy mary?". Despite making me LOL, it did make me wonder who on earth has time to think up this questions are post them on unsuspecting formspringers pages. You also get the utterly too forward questions that no-one would ask you in real life, and in which the askers seem to forget that most people do not want to splash around details about their private life on the internet...
Of course, Formspring was pretty much created with abuse in mind, like marmite and chips without ketchup. You can't make a Formspring account without expected some level of impertinent or abusive questioning. In general though, the questions, even the ridiculously forward, inappropriate ones, have managed to make me giggle.
On the subject of abuse (SEE THE SMOOTH LINK THERE ;), the Christian Union at my school is discussing the creation of a poster that has each of our faces on it, and putting on the words (something like) "We're Christians, ask us why!". Undoubtably, these posters would recieve some level of abuse - all be it on the permanent marker/willy drawing level. I have decided to allow my face to be on this poster after a looonngg debate with myself. Despite the abuse and the obvious teasing it might get, I'm hoping it'll also arouse some questions that give me a chance to explain what I believe. I think it's time I suffered a little for my faith - especially considering what being a Christian in some countries costs.
God bless :)
Love, Anna
I signed up in the hope that I would get some amusing questions, and the first question somone types is "Shaven haven or hairy mary?". Despite making me LOL, it did make me wonder who on earth has time to think up this questions are post them on unsuspecting formspringers pages. You also get the utterly too forward questions that no-one would ask you in real life, and in which the askers seem to forget that most people do not want to splash around details about their private life on the internet...
Of course, Formspring was pretty much created with abuse in mind, like marmite and chips without ketchup. You can't make a Formspring account without expected some level of impertinent or abusive questioning. In general though, the questions, even the ridiculously forward, inappropriate ones, have managed to make me giggle.
On the subject of abuse (SEE THE SMOOTH LINK THERE ;), the Christian Union at my school is discussing the creation of a poster that has each of our faces on it, and putting on the words (something like) "We're Christians, ask us why!". Undoubtably, these posters would recieve some level of abuse - all be it on the permanent marker/willy drawing level. I have decided to allow my face to be on this poster after a looonngg debate with myself. Despite the abuse and the obvious teasing it might get, I'm hoping it'll also arouse some questions that give me a chance to explain what I believe. I think it's time I suffered a little for my faith - especially considering what being a Christian in some countries costs.
God bless :)
Love, Anna
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