all the cool kids at the back of the bus

i blog when nothing is happening.
when things are happening, i am too busy to blog.

three weeks of holidays passed like the arts football team at eu annual conference. we won, by the way. with a few killer sprints by jacob, and some impressive work by the second and third years in the middle. (it was even impressive to me, and the only thing i know about football is that it involves a football.) sitting in media today, i wrote sparse notes partly in muted disbelief at the fact that i was sitting on a hard, wooden seat in the physics building. physics? yeah, that's my specialty. along with sarcasm. why was i back at uni after only being away for about two days? (the hard wooden bit wasn't that hard to believe.) that's what it felt like. a whirlwind weekend of holidays, and then back at it.

don't get me wrong. i like, even heart, uni. the sitting-in-the-nerd-room-giggling-at-spally's-insane-scatting, laying-in-the-sun-thinking-about-stuff, etc etc etc, part. but when the english lecturer started talking about assessments and showed us the brick that will be masquerading as my english text this semester, my disbelief melted into a serious desire to be cashing in on the beautiful weather...outside a lecture hall. in fact, outside of sydney uni.

ancon was wow personified. or maybe ancon-onified. it didn't disappoint.
~ jesus christ is the church
~ saved by grace, church by grace
~ the best study group i've ever been in
~ rad chats about pentecostal churches
~ some more thought about women teaching in the church
~ made some madcool friends
~ slept less than 14 hours total

the highlight for me was the last night, which spal has affectionately dubbed the night of the living dead. the teaching was amazing, don't get me wrong, and that was definitely the most rewarding part, but the last night was probably one of the best nights of my life. you know when you're so tired it's almost like being drunk? slightly delirious, devoid of inhibitions (in an innocent way)...just insanely happy and crazy and fun, not caring that you are being an idiotic child. it's great. i may have turned twenty two days ago but i'm not going to stop cherishing those awesome times any time soon. so much fun!

i'm a poet:

N ever went to bed
I ntermittedly quoted teen girl squad and blackbooks
G ot some tips on how to tell if a boy likes you, from a real life boy
H angman without the hangman, gibberish hangman, wingdings hangman
T ower of jenga blocks turned into a bridge of jenga blocks

O pps! conditioned a boy's hair with milk...while he was running away from me
F ound a lost drummer out in the cold and pulled up some carpet for him to sleep on

T ried to play spotlight but then...forgot to play spotlight
H ardcore five: esther, mat, sebastian, spal, me
E njoyed some lovely dancing with spally

L istened to coldplay and ben folds five and some bad 80s piano musuk
I watched other people play 500
V ery sneakily stole the science faculty's milk while singing the mission impossible theme
I t was very messy in that room by the morning
N ow and again fell over and sustained bruises
G reat renditions of crying out loud songs and vegietales songs, we did

D evoured a bowl of milo
E ep there aren't enough things that start with e
A lmost fell asleep at about 5.3oam
D saw a stunning sunrise...d


ok, so maybe i'm not a poet.