Live One

Mate.  This post is live.  I've got no idea why you keep coming back here, but a process of logical elimination would point towards it not having anything to do with regular posting.  This means that it must have something to do with the content of these posts, which is good, because this post is going to be good.  Remember our old friend logic from two sentences ago?  Some of you may have used him yet again to deduce that the goodness of the post is directly related to the madness of my current circumstances / experiences, and thus you will have deduced that everything has been lovely of late.

One of the lovely things is that Andy Lovell was in my house a few hours ago.  We did procrastinating and bible reading, as well as some manly 'tactile lethargy'.  In case nobody told you, Andy Lovell is a good guy.

"A lot of the good things happened over this last year or so, but it was all worth it in the end. I'm so happy that I got to meet all you people. You've been the best people ever.

Even when I lost my foot in a plastic dinosaur recycle plant, and the council said they couldn't get it back. I couldn't do anything because I though I was a chicken but you guys, you hounded them like angry bees in a freezer. If it wasn't for you, I would now be in someone else's digestion.I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve, but whatever. Tea and Crumpets and all that".

Ruth Lovell wrote all that while I left my computer up.  It's another time again.  I know you guys are probably getting tired of the posts being written over several confusing sittings, but it means I have more madness fresh in my mind and ready for the transcribing.  

I'm sensing that this post is going to be rather long, but I've still decided to keep the extract from Ruth, because it ties in rather nicely with the subject content, which will take us back in time...

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It's last weekend.  I'm in Wales.  I'm speaking in engaging present tense.  All these things are happening because I'm at a weekend run by World Horizons (bunch of Christians doing the next level gospel spreading ting.) for people considering gap years.  I've met a lovely chap by the name of John Bamber, and we've spoken complete nonsense for about an hour.  Not just silly, satirical conversation - hardcore nonsense, straight-up mindless drivel, like an enigma which is mostly a joke.  

It was an awesome weekend, and I learnt a lot.  There organisation is so big on the living by faith thing that nobody working for them gets paid, they're all supported by charitable individuals and ultimately God.  They've got this thing down to the extent that if you can't afford your gap year, they just let you do it, knowing the money will turn up.  I've heard enough testimonies from various individuals within W.H to see why that is.   

I also heard some pretty rad missionary stories.  My favourite is this one:

"In September 1866, Rev. Robert Jermain Thomas with his clothes on fire leapt overboard the vessel he was on outside of Pyongyang with his remaining Bibles and wadded to the bank and frantically gave them out. The entire crew were executed. Thomas’ executioner accepted the last red Bible from this martyr, and as Tertullan said, “The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.” "

It gets better.  The guy who executed him was one of those new age creative types, so he used the pages of the Bible to wallpaper his house.  (If you've heard accounts like this before, you know the guy's in for it now.)    Tottering round his house, the executioner starts reading the Bible pages, commits his life to Christ and feeds the growing Christian movement of the time, which culminated in the 'Pyongyang Great Revival (1907-1910)'. 

At the time, Korea was pretty much unreached by the gospel, but now there are probably a few thousand Christians there, who are among the most persecuted in the world.

*Side note*
Just read '.  So:-' on a sheet of paper next to me.  That is not punctuation.

Anyways, I'm sure you're dizzy from all this time travel , so I'll throw you back into the present.  I just got back from Southend, where Joe and I came 7th at Time Crisis II.  I also had an icecream, a large bannana milkshake and a new twisty madness thing from McDonalds.  (Those things really are insane - have you tried slurping chocolate syrup through a straw?)

Peace out, famalam.

Writing

I'm in the common room, writing, while Elliot Munroe sits beside me doing the same.  He is doing writing for English, and I am updating my blog, yet I'm pretty sure my writing is more creative (at the present time) than his.  This is not to put down the talent of Mr. Munroe as a writer- he is a creative and talented individual.  It's just that, despite the fact he is technically writing a fictitious piece, the confines he is held by in  his writing have caged his freedom of expression into a tiny, conformist box.  He is doing homework for his English lesson, and upon learning this, one of the first things I found myself asking was 'What's it based on?'.  Upon saying this, I realised how contorted the subject I love had become.  For me, English at A Level teaches you to write the same way that driving theory books teach you to drive.  My love of reading and knowledge has kept me occupied feeding off the tit-bits of other people's creativity, but about a week ago, when Mr. Evans said 'The coursework next year is not dissimilar from the creative writing this year.', I decided that English, at an academic level, might not be for me.  I love writing - I love to express abstract cocepts through an ellaborate array of devices, or simply harness the sheer power of words, but I feel that my Lit/lang course has influenced me no more than a wider reading pattern would have done.  Except all the long words, which help me seem more clever than I really am.  (Big shout out to Dictionary.com flashcards.)

Also, me and Josh got really close to a fox at school and everyone was watching us, awestruck, from the library.

*ATTENTION READER*
The previous post was originally intended to be written in two sittings, but it has been published prematurely in the light of the sheer excellence and exhilaration surrounding the next post, which has entirely displaced it.

No post post.

I want everyone to know that as much as I would like to update my blog now, it is nearly sleepy time, and I have other commitments.  Exciting ones.

I have now lied twice in just over a line - there clearly is a post (but this is it), and you probably wouldn't find the other commitments exciting.  I'm not going to tell you what they are, that way you can pretend they actually are exciting, and speculate them.  Build some hype - something pretty coolish is going to be unleashed in around, say, 28 days.

More winning.

I have more winning to do.  I have to win in the competition with myself to update this beast of a blog more regularly; an I.T project with an unnamed (and probably dissapointing) prize; a whole host of exams to win at and a bunch more Team Fortress 2 to win, because it is free forever now, and Ruth brought it home on her laptop.  (Also if you actually care, check out the new 'Meet the Medic' video.)

Suprisingly, the addition of these new things to win combined with things I already win (such as the hearts of girls everywhere) hasn't really put much of a strain on me.  A few months back, I wasn't updating my blog because I had loads of exams, but now I'm just not updating my blog because I'm uber chillaxed and can't be bothered.  School is a bit of a doss at the moment - physics is this nice self - study thing that isn't too hard, English is literally making posters and all that stuff you do in year eight, I.T is all hands on CS5 tekkers, and maths is still maths, which is alright because I have Mr.Paul.

The kittens in my house are stupidly cute, but they have to go soon.  I'll probably start scrounging off of David. G, because his kittens have only just opened their eyes, and have whole levels of cute to progress through. 
Also, scrolling boxes are gone.  Green borders live on!  Thanks for the feedback, adoring fandom.