Called, sent or dragged?
August 26th, 2005 at 5:34 pm (Randoms)
Abstract:
-Reachout was excellent.
-I’m now a lovely even number again.
August 26th, 2005 at 5:34 pm (Randoms)
Abstract:
-Reachout was excellent.
-I’m now a lovely even number again.
August 16th, 2005 at 2:12 pm (Randoms)
I have been recently reminded that although I call myself a blogger, the time between posts may suggest otherwise. However, now that things are getting really busy, my last semester is underway, I have assignments due and my callendar is looking like an impressionist artwork with all the scribbles and amended scribbles covering it, I have decided that I shall update this stagnant pool of written dribble.
Sam says that blogs are places where people crap on. So, crap on it shall be! I like to list:
- Feeling more settled now. Many exciting thoughts and discussions etc about the future direction of our lives are giving us lots to think and pray about.
- Uni is back with a vengence. I have lecturers that range from the very helpful to the very unhelpful, the demure to the insane to the plain weird. Lots of work to do on the final sprint towards the end. So glad that it’s all going to be over in a matter of months.
- We spent a lovely evening last Saturday with a couple who also went to Bangladesh with us, having dinner, looking at photos and laughing alot. I really enjoy getting to know extreemly nice people.
- On Friday night I did the groupie thing and went to see the 80s Flashback band again at Parra Leagues Club. They did three excellent sets, and unlike their last gig, the venue was packed and lots of people danced, not just the three of us who knew the band! Funtimes.
- This week is proving to be hella busy. My two days off from uni are now filled with a prac day and a day of working, which are both good and necessary, but severly impede my assignment-completion time. On Friday we’re off to Katoomba for a weekend of Reachout, a missions conference at KCC (but not run by KCC), which I’m very excited about.
- I’m hurtling towards the ripe old age of 22. I have six days of 21-type youth left to enjoy before I leave it all behind in search of sense and sensibility. Or something.