This set up took a while, to get an internet connection I tried loads of router positions before this one. But it's worth it.
This is so cool x)
Yesterday was great, had some Bet-bonding time. And Drea-bonding time, but her fear of sharks made it predominantly Bet-time XD (Sound like bedtime) Rowing a surfboard around Xemxija bay is something to remember fo shizzle. Even if Sam thinks we were slow. We didn't fall off once and were in perfect sync :P With Everything! On a roll up piano. Which means what should take one hand took two, so now I can't play it on a normal piano. But at least I know what's supposed to be happening ux.
I applied for the change of subjects, I'll know if it's accepted in mid-September. My mum's more anxious to know than I am, I mean I doubt I'll start studying anytime before that so it won't make much of a difference. Books can be bought quite quickly I'm assuming.
Ah, haven't listened to Ben Cantelon in a while. Soul Survivor mood (: Thirteen days is it? Mmh can't wait, Soul Survivor is like home. @Zoe_firefly Remember the prayer room we discovered?
Rain, mud, wellies, clothes... talks, meetings, relaxing, shopping, God. Makes work seem worthwhile. (8) I wanna finish last, last in the world's eyes, no matter what I do I will be first in Your eyes (8) This song has so many memories tied to it. Late nights dancing in my room and messages from Paula Camilleri that were so spot on, I just stared for minutes. Ah, life's good. Throwing expectations out the window seems like the way forward to me. Just live. Live for God and live with abandon. Trust in Him and not let fear hold me back. Live boldly without a care. Just live...
I feel so blessed. Just thinking about what I've done, what I've been through, my experiences and everything I've come to know. I'm suddenly remembering random little things. Like climbing rocks in comino, Britt Nicole songs at school. The days I dreaded, counting down the minutes till 3 o'clock. Wishing I knew what people were on about. Knowing a little too much Physics, enjoying Biology a little too much, working a little too little Chemistry. Laughing. Oh, laughing where I understood. Purposefully dumbing myself down in conversation, wishing I could say more. Being lost in thought and then put on the spot by some perceptive teacher and somehow getting away with it, either by luck or by some discreet whisper from a friend. I'm far from saying I miss those days. Ever so far from saying it. But those days formed me, much as I hated most of every minute, they made me who I am. I can't say the same for Junior College. It's as good a place as any, but it didn't change me. It neither broke me nor made me. I've been influenced by the people I've come to know throughout the year, definitely. But not by the place, the atmosphere, the students around me.
Clinging to the Cross - what was paused when my iPod got stolen. Thank God for Gruppetta. All the walks home from the bus stop. The ones in the blistering heat differ so much from the ones in the mind-numbing cold, so much that it's barely recognisable as the same path. Slum Survivor. Our beautifully constructed slum being pulled down. Shouting at Kristie to wake up and bundle all her stuff up quickly and get out. Adrenaline flowing. Being somewhat stunned in my sleeping bag and watching it get torn down. Getting in after, sleeping in a more slum-like construction. It was one of the most comfortable nights of my life, no joke. We all felt so close and happy that night. It was warm.
Religion lessons, also known as talking to Beppe while listening to the CCC being read out in Maltese. Physics lab on Thursday mornings, best double lesson ever. Screwing up the value of gravity with Steve while talking about what's new on the internet and being quite nerdy. Making Clara calculate, letting Steve play with equations until we got what we wanted, fixing word order, laughing whenever Beppe dropped something and made his "oops I dropped something I shouldn't have" face. It's a classic. Wednesdays at Uni on the grass, studying at chaplaincy.
Walking from Balzan to Msida with Val. Walking through the back streets of Sliema to Uni and getting stalked, also with Val. Pavarotti. Lying in her closet and just talking. Talking about the old testament on her bed while she fell asleep listening to me talk about Joseph and his technicolour dreamcoat...
There's so much I've done, but so much more that's left to do.