Interlude

Quiet day today. Long, and hot. I did things like church, and laundry.

Sunday School was lovely today - my students insisted we read the Bible story three times (there was a game involved in the telling, and they all wanted to be Paul.) I wasn't about to say, no, we cannot read the Bible at Sunday School, so we kept doing it, which was a) fun and b) kind of sweaty and exhausting, because it was so humid and hot today.

Tomorrow, I shall post a parcel, vacuum my room, and study. Ah, the quiet life :)

Sunday School Machinations

Sunday School meeting today. It was interesting. All the people there who were my age basically looked like they'd rather have that thing with the bamboo shoots and your fingernails done to them than be in any way helpful. (Okay, hyperbole.) Which makes me feel:
a) doubly determined to be useful and do Stuff, and
b) really daggy.

Also was disappointed that we only got to sing three verses of a hymn in the middle of the service this morning. It was "Come We That Love The Lord" (I think that's what it's called,) which has the chorus that starts "we're marching to Zion" and is awesome. By the end of three verses you're barely warmed up. But our pastor wanted the extra sermon time, and the sermon was really good, so, I mean, one can't have everything. Oh well.

The guy who runs some stuff at our church has got me doing a talking thing at their VBS meeting because I did wintery decorations for my home church's VBS last year, and they're doing an Arctic theme.

The assessment thing is starting to happen at uni. Bleargh.

Also, my grandparents are buying a car. Go figure.

Church etc.

This is a little post to say that today I went to 'my other' church and saw everyone and that was fun. The pastor's on leave, so the session clerk gave a message about our God-given duty to support our pastor. Cute.

Everyone likes my haircut. (Squee.)

I've lost my place in Orthodoxy for the third time, and always takes me forever to find it again. Sigh. One would think that I would learn.

Also for the first time ever I entered a Sims 2 contest at one of the forums. My sister sighs as I sink to new depths of obsession. Here's one of the pics from my entry. I give you Mindy. (The comp was alien-themed.)

Good Friday

Church at the somewhat unholy hour of eight a.m. this morning. I was yawning the whole way through -- I felt so bad. And I was in bed before 11 last night and everything.
300 was awesome, but what were y'all expecting?
It looks sooo much like a Frank Miller comic, even I can tell and all I've ever read of his is one Sin City book and The Dark Knight Returns. This movie has Frank Miller gore, Frank Miller wrinkles, Frank Miller nipples on Frank Miller women...
I'm glad I went last night, too. The atmosphere was awesome at the flicks - I went to the Southbank Cinema because they were showing it on the giant screen. It was a sell-out screening, and I nearly got trampled by people trying to get decent seats... the girl in front of me remarked to her friend, "I was here for the first day of Harry Potter. This is heaps more insane."
I got a decent seat because I showed up 40 minutes early and queued for one, so that was ok. I was disappointed by the trailers, just Disturbia, Shooter, and one other like that, then the new Pirates. But then they showed the trailer for Grindhouse, so they redeemed themselves somewhat.

Bits and Pieces

So. Today.
Hooray! My room is clean! It was getting gross, and not the kind of picturesque gross you can photograph and blog about. Grandma needs to have guests more often so I have to clean it. (I know, Ms. Responsible aren't I.) Am gradually becoming reconciled to prep - at least it's a really good school. And I'm looking forward to learning what to do with a teacher-aide. At the moment I'm not really sure... all the prep classes in QLD have to have part-time teacher aides.
This morning my cousin gave me a chocolate frog. His Sunday School teacher belongs to the 'bribery and corruption' school of behaviour management, so he makes out like a bandit. My Sunday School students aren't that lucky... I wouldn't even let them have a sticker today. I keep saying, if you're good, you get a sticker. They weren't good, and they knew it, but they still expected their sticker. I'm so nasty, I know.

'WAR'

I swear, this is the most bizarre sweet I have ever eaten. Speaks for itself, though, really.

I love singing The Church's One Foundation. I would like to think that it's because it has a great meaning, but it's more likely to be that it's in my vocal range and provides the opportunity to sing the word 'schisms.'