The Harvest

So here I am again... bloggers.
On the mac in the uni lap aka mega lab/e-lab whatever tickles your fancy...

So at uni today and by at uni I dont mean the repeat of yesterdays lovely incident but not only did I arrive on time to my seminar but so did my lecturer!!! The joys. Well he was 5 minutes late but thats better then yesterdays no show.

Anywho it was good, amusing, enthrawling. There were alot of really annoying know-it-alls, myself included and for that I repented and stopped arguing and justifying myself... I was like these people all think they are right and they are going to argue their way through it and they are driving me crazy... then the Holy Spirit tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that I myself was arguing and found myself, my way, my thoughts and my actions all right cause I am right. I know proud and annoying was me. Lol I stopped soon after my revelation. I not only dont want to make enemies but Im not going to argue for my own justification. Jesus Christ is my justification so it went on from there. I remained to myself.

So this is me at the moment and where I am... Never the less...
I am in between my break - gah - the four hour one!!! Sucks to be me right, well i had lunch on the grass with worship music (Selah Project) playing in my ears and soaking up the calmness I felt. I then looked at some text books in the libary internet catalogue. Then I proceeded to the library to pick them up and stayed there for about an hour reading this stupid greek theatre. Now honestly I love it, by it I mean topic, but reading straight for that long was a slight drag... So I am now here writing this. I got most/nearly all of it done so I should be okay for this evening's lecture. Did you know that I am at uni today from 9:30-9:30. And again encore - sucks to be me.

No it doesnt I am just hungry/dying of starvation and craving a fruit bun so please excuse me.

over and out

Yet another...

Well lets not over and out so soon...

I have more stories to tell more amusements of my clumsiness, more wisdom and awe from God and of course my daily routine with that danny katz sarcasm and creative flare...

i have just been reading some of the posts and there are a few major gaps... shall work on this.

but i cant have two posts the same day it needs to be consistient so although in posting this i break my own rule I do in honesty commit to this blogger and regular posts. I have worked to do for uni...

so maybe for now over and out...

IPS - Invasion of Personal Space.

So bloggers here I am again...

In bed. Sick. Tired. Snuffly. Hot. Sick. Weak. Feeble....Sick.
And why you ask? Try public transport now for anyone who doesnt know me - all of you. I am slightly anal retentive. Yup you heard me. So i did say slightly and by this i mean I am no neat freak or OCD victim but rather I like certain things a particular way. For example - personal space kept uninvaded. Public transport which I have been forcibly re-united with for university is an invasion of ones personal space especially when your on the 185 at 8am on a weekday morning. Some stand whilst the person behind them repeatedly attempts to what I call 'body hug'. This is invasion of personal space number one. Others sit with another unusually close with, if seated on isle, a bag, elbow or arm in their face the entire trip also inclusive of a knock to the head here and there with the erratic bus movements. This is known as invasion of personal space number 2, the last invasion of personal space is the mere sad fact that 30-60 bodies are trapped in a moving hard box that is dubbed - bus. With usually shotty airconditioning, dirty, sometimes sticky floors and seats, not mentioning the surrounding poluted air full of dust, unusual bodily odours, gas and emissions from the bus and other traffic. And last but not least my favourite, the thing that has put me bed ridden for the last 14 hours - diseases and viruses afloat in the air including the common cold! Exhibit A - Myself.

Well when tis dreadful flu has left i will fil you in on first few days of uni and more public transport horrors.

over and out.

From Valetines Day

Well bloggers I am far from Home

Reporting from Waroona, population – who knows? Who cares!

No visiting my nana and her sister: my great Aunt. Having the time of my life… that was a lie just seemed to flow haven’t gotten rid of that song since I heard it this morning on Foxtel – V’s greatest love songs. I beg to differ.

I am currently sprawled across a wobbly bed with the springs digging into my leant elbows and my ‘A Bugs Life’ pajama pants sticking to my egg-like fake tan. What a wonderful world – Song 64 of V’s greatest love songs. There were 100 in total most of which I knew and loved and others which I found distant and boring.

It is once again Valentine’s Day - I think it’s stupid and almost unromantic. No wait – yes unromantic it’s like I’m not doing this because I love you but rather because the commercialism was too much to handle and the florist shoved a dozen roses in my hand. Now don’t misunderstand me I love romance, candlelit dinners, fairy lights, slow dancing, special smile for his eyes only…sigh… Jordie is the most spectacular person and I guess there are many more years ahead hey…

Back to my origins. Tomorrow I depart this house full of good food and two crabby old women. I actually found my grandma slightly annoying like gritting my teeth. Only my mother has that effect on me and Alex Martino. But she was driving me crazy so I am glad to return home, mind you I do need to be spending more time in the Word and not letting my selfishness get the better of me. I have after all been baptized and need to seek revelation for it to be revealed. Well that’s my call going to do some bible reading, pray and sleep. Didn’t sleep last night- thinking sprout. About everything and anything – and by that of course I mean everything and anything about Jordan. Sooner I sleep sooner I see Jordan. Missed him, actually missed everyone.

Over and out…