Bleh.

No post yesterday, sorry, I got distracted playing around with Meez in Photobucket. I made this one, inspired by (but bearing no actual resemblance to) my sister.

Today, I feel bone-weary in my bones. I should be preparing for next week's teaching (3 half, 2 full days) but can only lie in bed, feeling not great.

Will go ride an excercise bike for Jesus this evening.

just me wittering on again

I feel like a zombie. And as far as I can tell, that's not going to improve anytime soon. The weekend will not provide a reprieve, I've stuff on. Oh well.

I got stickers at the cheapo shop today, hippo ones that say 'Hip Hip Hooray' and dinosaur ones that say 'Dino-mite.' They are for Sunday School - the children's church type thingy at the beginning, not in my class. My Sunday School class this week is the story of Naaman, as told with red sticky dots and a spray bottle of water.

Prac was good. I know nearly everyone's name in my class, and all the troublemakers from the other Prep as well, which comes in handy. Generally they are the names you need to call out in a stern voice.

Also, yesterday I bought glitter hairspray.

Can I go to bed yet?

So. In order to attempt to keep awake at uni today, I consumed ruinously expensive amounts of black coffee and 'Sugarfree V' (which tastes completely foul. I never drink it unless I absolutely have to), and now I am not any less tired but I am, in addition, vaguely sloshing when I move.

I am really glad I went to see my sister yesterday. Already the fogs of memory (or perhaps exhaustion) are obfuscating the sore feet and stomach-cramping anxiety of a bus ride to the wrong place, the uncomfortably damp Dunlop Volleys and the loong, looong waits in various queues. Instead, inside my head, the sun shines, the perfect present for my brother is the perfect price, the pizza is pleasantly tolerable, and the Giant Drop lingers like a firework in the back of my mind.
In a week, I will be able to say it was a perfect day.
The most I can say about it right now is that I survived.

Huzzah!!!

Alleliua's Current Obsession is two whole weeks old. Let us celebrate with interpretive dance.

(Pause for interpretive dance.)

It's been a reasonable two weeks, on the whole. I knocked over an assignment, got a cool new book and sunnies, saw some family, did some sleeping (but not enough), and I made curry. I'm sure more happened than that. And it has been good, even if I've been eating out of vending machines too much (just because it's a time-honoured uni tradition doesn't mean it's good; actually, how many time-honoured uni traditions are good? Whining, complaining, getting drunk and leaving everything to the last minute are the uni traditions that spring to mind, and they are even worse than excessive ex-vending machine eats.) Hmm. And I really don't have a life, but I knew that already.

Plus, I read a bunch of Psalms, which is also good.

Sleepy Day

I spent most of today asleep, recovering from a busy weekend/beginning of week, and handing in my assignment. I think I did okay with that, by the way. Our display was killer, anyway.
Did fit in a trip to the library - I'm about a chapter from the end of Surprised by Joy and Les Miserables won't really go anywhere until I can give it my undivided attention, which pretty much means June, except then I'm supposed to write a VBS. But anyway, needed some books to read. So I picked up a couple of Tamora Pierce's books to re-read (am obsessed with young adult fiction, its so much better than most adult fiction) and one random novel, and put thirteen Terry Pratchetts on hold. I want to have read all the Discworlds.

'Pyromania is so often the handmaiden of innovation.'
So Yesterday, Scott Westerfield

Which is from the random novel, which was a perfectly good way to waste an afternoon.

Ahgr. So Sleepy.

This is what my room looks like at the moment. I need to clean it up -- we're having family to lunch tomorrow and the kiddies will want to rabbit around in here -- but I also have to make a large green poster for Tuesday, that I said I would have finished for Monday morning, and because of the aforesaid lunch I won't get it done tomorrow. Plus I haven't done my Sunday School prep yet. So I probably shouldn't be wasting my time blogging, but oh well.
Also, am very sleepy.
I'm obsessed with conversation lollies. The heart-shaped hard candy ones, that should say things like 'BE MINE' and tend to actually say things like 'DORE OU' or the amusingly antiquated 'FAX ME', often off-kilter and invariably upside down. If you can work out what they say at all; according to conversation lollies, the most romantic phrase in the English language is something along the lines of 'MMF SMURBLE'.
But this only adds to their charms. Every time I walk past the lolly shop I have to pick some up. I definitely mmf smurble them.