Of change
I am irrevocably, stick-a-fork-in-me-I’m-so-done, in love. I won’t bore you with what will undoubtedly be a metre or so of sugary text about how amazing and wonderful he is (oh and how he is…/sigh). Suffice to say he is my love and I am his.
Bit of a problem with your author and being a giant puddle of sticky pink lurve: I don’t write. When life is dark and the hounds of tar thoughts are baying I can write as if each penned letter will put some soul saving space between me and self destruction.
However, when I am happy, I turn into a moron. I listen to happy happy little songs like Vanessa Carlton’s Thousand Miles* & U2′s Beautiful Day** and write 4 proposals a day. Which is good for work, obviously, but not hugely good for the noodle. I think I will write him a love letter and post it here, that way you can avoid it if you want.
Back to reality:
CC is leaving at the end of the month. This sucks more than you can even begin to imagine. My best friend is leaving and although it would be good for him and I can go visit that blasted heath, I am going to bawl like a little kid who’s mother’s arms just got ripped off in front of her. Ok, so perhaps that is a tad over dramatic *pouts and stamps foot* but I don’t have to be understanding and kind here. Now for something more in line with my age…
I spent an AWESOME evening with the Tall Stories folks. Clever and witty conversation sprinkled with many a film reference and of course book talk. /Sigh…so so so good. One day when I am a grown up I would very much like to be as moth-to-a-flame interesting as Pagan Redhead and to inspire such moth-ness in someone as erudite as Delightful A.
In the spirit of change I’ve decided that the blog requires some changing. Therefore a format change: 4. Random thought is now 4. Joy of the day, the random thing always bugged me anyway. Name changes: Perfect Guy = Frost, Delightful A= Krugaza-san, Delicious One = Beautiful Boy.
1. Word of the day: flux (TheSage: 1. In constant change, 5. A state of uncertainty about what should be done – usually following some important even – preceding the establishment of a new direction of action)
2. Insight of the day: Why anyone would willingly live in Krugersdorp, which is the town equivalent of Meanieville where there is no water, no light, no joy***, is beyond me.
3. State of the pool: Rapturous with little foamy wavelets.
4. Joys of the day: 1. Driving quite far with the window open and having my honey scented hair whip around my face. 2. Having starch…/drool for the salty potatoeyness. 3. Felix Laband’s Whistling in Tongues
5. Awesomest lines: Courtesy of Krugaza-san as I have been reading awesome SciFi (Ender’s Game – Orson Scott Card) Anthony Burgess, Nothing Like The Sun
“The play we act in is still busily being written in that dark room behind, the final couplet not yet known even to the cloaked and anonymous writer.”
6. Scripture line: Romans 5 New International Version
1Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we[a]have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, 2through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we[b] rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. 3Not only so, but we[c] also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
*Which in normal circumstances should get anyone not still playing with Barbies mutilated with the broken edge of the cd.
**The only song universally recognised to have captured the concept of sabai***
***I once met a lovely Chinese girl who tried to explain the phrase (which of course I am going to horribly butcher) which sounded like “tswee tswee fuh”, to me. She said that it was the feeling one gets when riding on a bike and having your hair stream in the wind, or being in an expensive sports car with the top down. The lovely lemony butter sunlight feeling of freedom.
****Dover Beach – Matthew Arnold
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