Fire a volley! (HALLELUUUUUJAH!!!!!)

I'm sorry, but I have nothing on Matt when it comes to firing those volleys... oh well. But yeah, does that give you a semi-sense of how SA Easter Camps tend to go? Haha... fun was had by all. Sleep was had by few. The speakers were awesome, the band rocked as per usual, the company was terrific and God was definitely around. The only problem with these big divisional events is that you realise pretty soon how big the division is, and how the cool people tend to live far away ish. Gutted, really. It was cool to see the Wanganui girls, esp. Emma coz I've known her for years now, back from our General’s Guide Award days... I made her come sing with me in the Songsters when we visited them last August. That was funny :)

Run down of what happened. Arrived at camp on Friday night, and things just kicked off right then and there. We got ourselves into teams – ours was “Chocolate Fish”. No real reason why. We were given these blood-rags - a piece of linen covered in red stains - with the instructions to wear them the entire weekend. We were also told there would be consequences if we were caught without them. (I’ll explain later…) Anyway, dinner was had, grace was sang loudly accompanied by very loud table slapping, and then we had the first Session. I have a lot of session notes, so I’ll kind of summarise what I got out of each one as we come across them.

Session 1 – The Last Supper (Lucy)
Lucy had some cool things to say – she talked about how Jesus was the ultimate freedom fighter (and didn’t walk around on the toilet block yelling “freedom!” to get His point across). Because of what he did for us, we’re called to be freedom fighters, too. We need to start acting like the victory is ours. I think what I remember most about it was the question the disciples asked Jesus when he predicted his betrayal: “Surely not me, Lord?” Lucy made the following point: where have we sold out? Where have we betrayed Jesus? The last thing I have written in my notes: the cross – absolute freedom!

The Vatican did the worship all weekend, and they were, as usual, excellent. The only thing that sucked was that Isaac, the bass player, had his last gig with The Vatican this weekend. He will be missed L. Anyway, Friday night after the first session, I ended up having a good old chat to Daniel til about 1.30am, then went to bed. Only for 2 hours, though, coz at 3.30am I found myself awake to go into the prayer room with Suzie at 4 for 24/7 prayer. Easter Camps all over the country did 24/7 in a kind of tag-team style. We got a 1am to 8am slot, so each team who wanted to got an hour slot. We had 6am-7am, but I really wanted to do a middle of the night one, so I went with Suzie’s team (the Jamaican Sheep) at 4am. Candy came, too. It was awesome – I don’t think I’ve ever chatted with God at that time in the morning before. Anyway, at 5am I had a shower, then went back to pray at 6am with Charlene and Mirjam.

Breakfast revealed that no one had really lost enough sleep to be half-dead, in fact, everyone was just hyper, as per usual. We got through breakfast, then headed off to the auditorium for the first session of the day.

Session 2 – The Garden (Kieran)
First things first – BIG UPS to Kieran for his first sermon! His sermon was mostly focused on finding the reason why Jesus sweats blood while in the garden. (This is something I don’t usually notice when reading the Easter story, so I found it really interesting) Jesus knew what would happen – he would be deserted by his friends, tortured, crucified… but he also knew he’d take on our sin and therefore be separated from God. That’s what made him sweat blood. He did it to make the world perfect again – and now it’s our job to continue his work. Kieran’s biggest challenge to us was to think about the two S’s on the Salvation Army uniform epaulets – they stand for Saved to Serve. Are we?

A quick break for morning tea, then straight back into it. On arrival at the third session, it was revealed that Lance had been caught without his blood-rag. What followed was a good laugh – for some reason, Barry knows a lot about wax strips. Anyway, waxing guy’s legs is always fun, right? LOL… Lance then made the point that girls shouldn’t complain about spiders when they wax their legs… I don’t wax my legs. Mostly coz I don’t enjoy pain. A razor works fine. But I digress…

Session 3 – Arrest and Trial (Lance)
Lance told us he was quite happy to talk on the subject of arrest and trial because he’d experienced both. An amusing story followed, which I don’t remember enough details of to tell. (He’s a worry, that boy…) I really liked the thoughts he picked out of this story. I’ll kind of summarise them:
- Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss. The word “worship” in Hebrew is actually to kiss. So when we worship on Sunday and do our own thing during the week, we’re kind of doing the same thing as Judas.
- Peter was following at a distance. What’s the point? If you’re at a distance, you’re almost out.
- When Peter denies Jesus, his accent gives him away. Does ours? Can people tell we follow Jesus?
- Pilate stepped back and let it happen. If we do nothing, something terrible could happen.
- Judas vs. Peter – after betrayal, Peter reached for Jesus. Judas reached for the rope. What are we reaching for?

Lunch followed after that, and then an afternoon full of fun activities. We got changed into scungy clothes so we could take part in catapult games that seem to be a fixture of Easter camps. Picture this – a catapult, paper towels, eggs and flour. Just imagine what chaos ensued… I got flour in my hair! And then it started to rain, so it turned into glue!!! Yuck!! I had a nap afterwards, but there was a paintball challenge. Rachael in our team did pretty well. Only 4 hits. We didn’t win, though. Barry took a few hits, though, which everyone seemed to enjoy. You’ve gotta have a sense of humour to be a DYO.

Anyway, dinner happened, and pretty soon we were all back for session 4. The Vatican rocked on again, everyone seemed to have pretty much survived the afternoons activities, we were all set for Nathan’s sermon!

Session 4 – Crucifixion and Death (Nathan)
I can honestly say that this particular session is one that I will never, ever forget. There isn’t much I can say about it because it was really a “you had to be there” experience, but one thing I will say is that Nate, you did Tawa very proud, and you seriously touched people that night. The shoes that Nathan tried to put us into were those of one of Jesus’ followers who thought He was about to start the rebellion, and was waiting for Him to break free of the torture and the agony and fight. Yet He didn’t. He just let the crucifixion happen. Looking at Him on the cross, the followers must have been thinking “how are you going to save me if you can’t even save yourself?” But when He died, and the ground shook, one of the most significant yet overlooked events of the Easter story took place. The curtain was torn. The curtain that separated us from the most holy place was torn – which meant everyone could come into God’s presence. Jesus’ death on the cross – this is how He set us free.

/ The enemy’s been defeated
Death couldn’t hold you down
We’re gonna lift our voice in victory
We’re gonna make Your praises loud

Shout unto God with a voice of triumph
Shout unto God with a voice of praise
Shout unto God with a voice of triumph
We lift your name up
We lift your name up /

That night, they screened The Passion of the Christ. Mirjam went to see it again (third time that week) – I decided I couldn’t handle, so I went to bed. We were given the instruction, though, to be at the auditorium for a 7am meeting. Before breakfast, even! I got a lot of sleep that night, and was up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 6.30 to get dressed and ready and presentable and whatnot. People kind of drifted in as the meeting progressed, but by the time Sam came up to speak everyone appeared to be functioning.

Session 5 – Resurrection (Sam)
For those who are interested, Sam fired the first volley of EC05. Good on her, I say. And she also revealed the mystery of the blood rags. But I’ll get to that. I want to give huge ups to Sam for her honesty with all of us. It was a real privilege to hear what she had to say, and to have her share her experiences with us. She talked about what was left in the tomb after Jesus’ resurrection:
- The myrrh they used to clean his body represents our being cleansed from sin. Sin is like an infected wound – it’s icky and smelly and it spreads if it’s not cleaned (Sam’s a student nurse, so she could speak from experience). Because of the resurrection, we’re clean
- The aloe is used for healing properties. Because of the resurrection, we’re healed from our pain. Sam was really honest and told us about some of her pain, to show what God can do. All I have to say is “FIRE A VOLLEY!”
- The linen – here’s where the blood rags come in. He was bound in the tomb, and we’re bound, too. The blood rags represent the things that prevent us from reaching out to God. We get ourselves into them, but only God can remove them.
- The face cloth – covering your face represents shame. Because of the resurrection, we have freedom from shame.
We all put our blood-rags in the tomb, and left them there. Everyone had something their rag represented – I’m not really sure I wanna share mine, but let me say now that I think I’m starting to feel the effects of leaving it behind, you know?

We had morning tea after that, and then we did something which I think was up there with the EC05 highlights – the cross scenario. What happened was that everyone got a piece of paper and was told their role in the crowd as we carried the cross into the place in the bush we put it up. Some of us were Roman soldiers (Matt, Mirjam, Phil) some of us were Religious Leaders (Stewart), some of us were Jesus’ followers (me, Suzie, Jenn), some were disciples (Char, Stuart) and some were in the crowd. Everyone was shouting and screaming as we carried the cross in their individual roles. The bit I remember the most was when Matt made me carry the cross. I carried it through this big muddy puddle – it was really, really heavy. I don’t know how anyone could carry it alone – it’s so, so heavy. Imagine having it on your back after a beating. Yikes. When we all got to the site, Matt nailed blood rags where his hands and feet would have been. Everyone was quiet – it was just a really surreal moment. “I’ll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that cross” - far out, it sent shivers up my spine. We never think about it like that. We all had a chance to pray together – then headed back to camp.

The afternoon’s activities consisted of the BIGGEST piece of black plastic I’ve seen in my life and lots and lots of soapy water. It was great. Mirjam has a ton of non-flattering photos. Once Mirjam, Char, Candy and I were good and soapy, we decided to go hug Nathan. He seemed to appreciate it. Matt P didn’t, though, and slapped me with his sandal. Argh. Anyway, it was good fun. After that, we had the boat race. Every team made a boat out of cardboard and duct tape. Ours sunk. But it looked really, really pretty. That’s what counts, right?

We had dinner, and then headed off to the Sunday night session. My parents came, our CO’s did, too, and so did Teneke from my Youth Group! It was cool to see her! Worship was nice and jumpy, and then we settled down to hear our last sermon of the weekend.

Session 6 – So What? (Major Lyndon Buckingham)
Our big name speaker for the weekend! I’ve got a ton of notes on this, so I’m just gonna try to make it short and simple.
So What? Jesus’ death and resurrection changes everything! It means that:
Everything He said about God is true – God is powerful, awesome, the Creator of the universe, the Giver and Sustainer of life… and God loves me. Jesus is the proof!
Everything He said about Himself is true – He’s the way, the truth and the life. The resurrection is God’s vindication.
Everything He said about US is true – we’re sinners, and we need Him. We’re lost, and we need a Saviour, a purpose, to be reconnected with God.
So what? What does God want from me? He wants me to be a star (Carol, you’re gonna love this ;) ) – my purpose is to shine! But I can only do it in His Spirit. God’s method for changing the world is US! And he will empower us! Rise up, o youth, for mighty winds are stirring…

More worship finished off the night, and then we were informed that we were gonna have a dance party at 9.30. Cross dressing was acceptable. Lucky Mum and Dad went home, coz let’s just say that my brother was definitely showing his feminine side. Nate and Bucko have photos. Stuart had better not mess with them. He’s SO paying for the therapy I’m gonna need after this! What didn’t help were both Bucko and Scott’s comments about how hot my brother looked… ugh.

I borrowed Warrick’s guitar, and we ended up kind of jamming until about midnight. Char, Candy and AJ showed up, too. Mirjam, Daniel and Scott, too, for awhile. Anyway, went to bed but there were a few stupid pranks going on. Like the sellotape web outside Barry’s door. Turning over the tables was funny. The many party popper pranks were alright. The music ones were okay. Just in general, I was disappointed with the calibre. Nothing really jumped out and hit as a good prank… *sighs* Oh well. Maybe next year?

Monday morning we were all well and truly exhausted, and we had one last session. People shared, and that was really cool. It was cool to be able to talk candidly in front of people you’d been with the whole weekend – in general, it was cool. Isaac had his big send-off, and played us bass backing to the many terrible photos being shown on the wall. After that followed the big cleanup, lunch (a cake eating competition – where’s Kim when you need her? She would’ve kicked butt?) and going home. Gutted that people were jetting off to their respective homes, but everyone really needed to recover. All in all, an excellent weekend. (Far out I wrote a lot. Oh well, it’s EC05 in a nutshell – just a rather big nutshell)

Best be a-jetting!

ALP,
Rosie

Tout l'or des hommes

... ne vaut plus rien, si tu es loin de moi
tout l'amour du monde ne me fait rien, alors surtout ne change pas...

*ahem* Sorry. Just had a Celine Dion moment. That doesn't actually happen that often, don't worry. I'm listening to Julia's CD at the moment - I really need to give it back. I feel quite bad about it. It will be returned before Easter. Je le promets.

So. Sunday morning went really, really well, despite the fact that I was actually a little bit freaked out about it. But hey, when I freak out about things they tend to go well, so yay. Kind of funny that I wrote something to go with a song we didn't actually sing, but it ended up working with what we did sing, so that's good. I suppose that when God wants to communicate something, he'll do it through whatever means he can get his hands on. When we did High Above, that was really awesome... in general, it was very cool. Last night, we watched The Passion of the Christ - it was the first time I've seen it. It's not something I'd hire out to watch for fun every Friday night, but it is definately something I'm glad I've seen. It was also the best place to see it - at church, with an opportunity to reflect about it afterwards. Church is all done up cool for Easter, despite the building project. I think that our CO's wanted to do something to stop the building project from taking over so we could really focus on Easter.

This week leading up to Easter is a little stressful, I must admit, most because I've had two tests today and I have my big dissertation due on Thursday. I've gotta go get myself a French dictionary and obsess over minor details all day tomorrow, then type it out on Wednesday. I'm actually quite worried - I'm not sure if my level of written French is quite up there yet. I really have to work on this quite a bit... I'm just hanging out for Friday! Easter Camp is going to be awesome... anyone who is so inclined who reads this blog, pray for Mirjam. Something tells me that this is going to be very significant for her. It's already started. It's just going to get bigger and bigger.

Random little anecdote - accidently got a baked bean stuck up my nose at dinner. Don't EVEN ask...

Before I jet, one last thing - a little thought I wrote in relation with Easter. Actually part of one of my songs, but it's been going through my head all week:

Anyone else would have given up
No one else thinks that I'm worth enough
But you suffered and died all because you love me
- that's the greatest love story.

ALP,
Rosie

It has ears!!

My cardigan, that is. Isn't it nifty? I quite like it... it even has 14 cats on it. I'm getting there! It's just making me even more crazy cat lady like!

We (the youth) are doing the worship tomorrow morning, and I'm actually quite excited. I'm also quite excited that when I go to bed in a few minutes, I'll have an extra hours sleep! Isn't that spiffy? Anyway, my friend Lizzy from Spanish class is leading worship at her church tomorrow too, so we're worship leading buddies :) which is also quite spiffy. We had a big convo bout it the other day, quite agreable. So the final songs for worship tomorrow have ended up as follows: Open the Eyes of my Heart, In the Secret (which we've kind of ended up doing punk styles - so much for "in the quiet place"), God of Wonders, Show Me Your Glory, Above All and High Above. Funny that even though we did God of Wonders four times in last weeks meeting (somehow), we still decided to do it this week coz our other one (Hallelujah - Your Love is Amazing) just wasn't meshing. We'd pulled out Above All to replace God of Wonders, but ended up using it to replace Hallelujah, so all good. Charlene, my sister, is singing the first verse of Above All and she sings that song beautifully, so I'm quite stoked about that. Also, and this is even more exciting - for High Above we have an actual strings section! Okay, a violin and a cello, but still, a strings section!!!! Exciting!!! It's a first for the Youth Worship Band!!! We usually have a brass section, but not always a strings section. Now it's time to get something REALLY epic sounding and have a song where we use both at the same time.

It's really quite astonishing the calibre of musicians we have in our youth worship band. We have three fifths of The Vatican ( http://thevatican.co.nz - go check 'em out) and we've just gained an excellent pianist and vocalist in Kelly, who I have so much respect for as a person in general. Then there's our amazing musician Phil who can step in for almost any instrument - he's an excellent trumpet player, but he's playing bass guitar for tomorrow. And he's an amazing singer, too, so there we go. My sister is a good violinist and a pretty impressive vocalist. Mirjam, our German exchange student, is an awesome celloist. Stewart can crank out some pretty cool sounds on his saxophone. Candice and Kim both have really pretty voices. And then you've got me in the middle of all this, fumbling away on my acoustic/electric, feeling pretty stupid coz the rest of the musicians are just so darn GOOD. Oh well. At least I can sing. And I can kind of lead. Even though, really, I'm just standing up the front and hoping like anything that I know which direction we're going in. Oh well. We have a running order. It's all good.

At the moment, our church is being renovated. Meaning that it's full of holes and bits of broken concrete. Trust me, this is actually quite exciting. I don't think anyone was really prepared for how fast it would all happen, though. It should all be done by the end of May - which is actually quite astonishing. It's going to be awesome. Our facilities are going to be so much better, and I think it could mean that we'll expand even more!!! Yay!!! I just hope it's not tooo messy tomorrow morning.

En tout cas, I'd better go get some sleep. Including my extra hour! Whooo!

Bonne nuit, Buenas noches, Guten Nacht, Good night
ALP,
Rosie

Yay for random Frenchmen!

Once again this evening, I engaged in my favourite hobby - having indepth and personal conversations with strangers. This time in French. Well, except for the indepth and personal bit. Hah. I was at work, and I recognised an accent and I thought it was Spanish, would you believe, but when I asked the guy where he was from, he said France. Well, this took me aback, so I went into the kitchen to call his order, and that was all good. Then I found some leftover courage in the bottom of my shoe and used it to actually talk to him.

The following conversation was then had (in French)
Rosie: Sorry, I thought you were Spanish.
Random Frenchman: No, I'm not.
Rosie: Evidently
Friend of Random Frenchman: You speak French?
Rosie: Yes. I spent a year in Quebec.
FoRF: Oh, then you'd know "Tabarnac" (note to English readers - very bad word. Do not say it.)
RF: Oh yeah, "Tabarnac"
Rosie: Yeah, I know. It was the first word I learnt at school.

Anyway, there was more, where I explained that I was majoring in French, and they told me that my French is excellent for a New Zealander. I asked them what they were doing in New Zealand and their reply was somewhere along the lines of "well, we got on a plane and kind of ended up here". Except, evidently, in French. Good-o. My sister who works with me at the Chinese restaurant rolled her eyes and apparently commented "Rosie's showing off again". She's just jealous coz I know more Spanish that she does German in three weeks. She's been studying German for a year and a half. The conversation ended when their food arrived. But it was a cool conversation.

I've been slack this week - it's been an okay week, actually. One thing I really gotta do, though - take a leaf out of my mate Tal's book and ACTUALLY STUDY FOR GERMAN. We actually studied a bit this afternoon. And had carrot cake. I bought this awesome top at the Family Store today, except that it's a little revealing. As in my breasts are hanging out. So we'd really better remedy this situation. Pam suggests a safety pin. I might just wear a camesol underneath it. It's pretty, though - red and blue striped. Not a very obvious Rosie choice. Hmm...

Other randomness: the new girl at work is the daughter of my old French teacher. She's so little! A real cutie. What else... oh, Filo made me a beautiful cover page for SPAN111. With flowers. Hmm.. he's odd. Amanda and I weren't lesbians in FREN215... loooong story. Put this somewhat into context - Amanda: "Je suis un homme!" Anyway... ooh, I also bought toe socks at the Family Store. They're blue.

As I write (type), I am motoring through this Chinese food. It's yummy, but spicy. I wanted the satay chicken - but now I kind of don't feel like it. And I have all these spicy noodles. Oh well. I have chocolate, too. And guess what? I got told I have an amazing singing voice from an unexpected source. Oooer. It's nice to know. Only 2 weeks or so til Easter! I have to write an essay! About the NZ flag! In French! And there's a German test next Wednesday. Das ist schlecht.

Shout out to my dear twin Carol. Je t'aime! Ich liebe dich. Te amo. I love you. (See? Four languages! That's a lot of love.) An un-bouncy Carol is not good. I'm going to cyber-beam you some of my pent-up energy. We're just going to have to share this energy. I need it back at some stage. Shall we create a roster? Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, alternate Sundays? ;) Love you babe. And praying for you. God Bless.

Better be a-jetting - Tschus!
ALP,
Rosie

The day after the night before

Well, we have successfully completed our first ever OneWay meeting! Yes folks, we all survived - didn't get too stressed out, our sound gear worked, and most importantly God showed up. Maybe not everyone who should have responded did respond, but man, could I feel it. It's a really undescribable feeling, I have to say. This might sound silly, but for the first time in my entire life, I can honestly say that I sang the way God wants me to sing. Completely and utterly focused on him. Technically, I should have sounded shocking, coz I spent the entire day singing but I don't think I've ever sang better - and that's through no doing of my own.

So I'm kind of riding the high of OneWay and hoping it'll get me through the week. However, today I read the book Red Moon Rising, about the 24/7 prayer movement, and I can honestly say that I spent 2 hours in a cafe at university reading and feeling shivers up my spine. Seriously. The stories about how the 24/7 prayer movement has been going all around the world really, really hit me. And I just can't wait until we get to start in August. In fact, I don't think I will wait. I don't think I can. Something inside me is screaming at me to act now. I don't know exactly how or what or anything, really, I just know that I have to act. I'm going to be praying and listening to God very carefully over this coming week. I think I have the glimmerings of an idea in my head - not a new idea by any stretch of the imagination, but one that's possibly well overdue. I have a phone call to make tonight. And a lot of praying to do.

Oh, the hair looks awesome, by the way. I've just had to endure the song "Kiss the Girl" from The Little Mermaid many, many times from the OneWay crew. I love you guys. Seriously.

ALP,
Rosie

It's official!

Today is my last day with orange hair. Yes folks, the Rosie is finally completely fed up with the ridiculous orange colour of her otherwise very healthy and shiny hair, and has decided to take drastic action. It's name is Fiery Bright Red. Also known as "Little Mermaid Hair". I have the box in my room, and as soon as I make some form of effort to actually commence my day, I'll go do the deed. If it looks bad, well, I own quite a few hats. Oh well. I figure I have to do it at least once in my life. And hey, maybe I'll stop traffic. That could be fun.

Well! It's been an alright week, I suppose. Marred by a few things, bien sur, but there's been some veritable highlights. Shall we commence:

1. I got an A on my first ever assignment! German 103 - true, it wasn't the most complex thing in the world, but hey! An A is an A. One swallow doesn't make summer, but still... a good start? Peut-etre?

2. Thursday night, went and saw Pie and Moped on campus. It was fun. A school friend showed up and bought me a beer (without asking) which I am happy to say I didn't drink. For those of you who don't know, I've had a few issues with alcohol and have made the decision that I will no longer drink at all. And it was sitting right there in front of me and I didn't drink it, even though, let's face it, I wasn't around any of my friends who would have stopped me. I'm very proud of myself.

A few lowlights, however.

1. I missed a youth group social coz I had to get work off so I can go to the One Way practice tonight. Missing the youth group social is slightly disappointing, but I think it's worth it to get to this practice. Also, I think I might get my head cut off if I miss this practice. And hey, work = chinese food. Pity that those scavengers (Char, Michael, Carrie and Stuart) ate all my food. Oh well. I did have quite a few spring rolls and a lot of soup.

2. I'm still not liking the one tutorial thing on Fridays. It seems like a real waste of money. And Nick was supposed to meet me for lunch afterwards, but he ran away to a job interview. Humbug. Oh well, at least he got the job. Mission accomplished, James Nerdy Bond!

But over all - la vie est belle. 1000 word French essay due in 3 weeks! About the NZ flag. Yikes! I'd better get cracking. I also need to do some serious vocab learning for both German and Spanish. I was thinking about making myself some worksheets with words that I know in all 4 languages, to see how well I'm doing. Maybe try to de-confuse myself.

Oh well. On with the day... and Little Mermaid Hair!

ALP,
Rosie

March is upon us!

Yikes!

The first of March dawned upon us, and the first thing I did was... uh, slept. A lot. See, Tuesday is my day off. Aside from a paper run, I did nothing. Nada. Zilch. It was fantastic! Well, I lie... you see, me doing nothing just means that I did very little under obligation. I practiced the guitar part for worship team songs. Because apparently, I have to play the guitar now. Why the heck would they ask me to do something I suck at? Especially when we have some amazing guitarists around? Hello? Matt really wants an acoustic guitar, and Tom's not going to always be around to play his electric, so meh. Bring on the understudy. The very unprepared understudy. I'll just have to practice until my fingers are used to all the chord changes. I was the silly one who decided that "God of Wonders" was too high in the key we had it and changed it so it's now in E. And chords in E are trickier. Like C#m. That's tricky. Hating bar chords. But getting used to them.

So! 5 days til we kick off One Way! I'm still really excited. I'm trying to hold on to this enthusiasm, so that by the time we get to Sunday, I'll just be a-brimming. What else exciting happening this week... ooh yeah, Moped at Uni! Yay! After my German lecture, I'm heading off to hear me some reggae. Good-o, I say. I was gonna drag Nick along, but it's at a bar, and he's still only 17. Sucks to be him. I'm quite excited about this. Oh, and I'm having lunch with Maria on Thursday. And possibly lunch with Suzie tomorrow. Meh, I dunno how I'm going to afford all this. Magic? Maybe the ten dollars in my wallet will decide to procreate. That could be cool.

Random aside - I'm really, really happy with the condition of my hair at the moment. Aside from the fact that, well, it's orange, due it having been kind of reddy and then summer turning it blonde, my hair is really nice at the moment. Very clean today. And very shiny. And it feels nice. For some reason, it's just really agreeing with me at the moment. It's like it's decided "hey, let's be co-operative". I just have one thing to say - cheers. It's much appreciated.

ALP,
Rosie