Half Term Funsies

Hello everyone.  The funsies are yet to begin properly, but it is half term and they are nearly upon us.  It looks like this post'll be a two - parter, I'm leaving in ten minutes for a leaders meeting over at the Bridge.  Fun, early morning times. 

Cid has been super duper cuddly lately.  He came in my room on two separate instances this morning, both within five minutes of each other, and jumped onto my bed for super catsy cuddles time.  All your cats are rubbish compared to mine.  Especially if you don't have any cats.

Five minutes left now.  Yeah, I'm actually a pretty slow writer.

I've been having a right laugh lately fulfilling my newfound role as head of publicity in a super secret special society, and I'm double eager for our first out of school excursion on Thursday.  I can't disclose the location or anything, but let's just say there'll be a lot of wheat being moved in a futile cycle by eager and naive children who can't perceive the ironic foreshadowing in their joy at seeing hours of their clammy labour amount to absolutely nothing due to the obvious meaninglessness of everything they're investing in.  We're not going to that museum from Pilgrim's Progress, but we may as well be.

[Second sitting]

I'm back.  I'm now properly engaged in some half term relaxed funsies, even thought it's still technically only the weekend.  The legend that is Izzie Keane preached up a storm last night at XL, and, in theological terms, murked man.  She's taken up five pages of my precious preaching notes with the exact opposite of claptrap.  Mad stuff like the love we're called to show not being based on emotion or like, but compassion and (for want of a less gay word) heartache.  Also some cheeky convictions splashed in, like not being argumentative with people who think you're stupid, because you're basically just defending your own intellect, pride and discernment whilst telling yourself you're 'witnessing'. Still, at the end of the night the best point was generally agreed to be (and I quote) 'Just take drugs.'  Both a hillariously taboo blunder and a sharp, concise observation that knowing God isn't a constant stream of spiritual euphoria.  Also I'm taking drugs now.

Today's been another mad one, with none other than Peter Butt (I know) delivering an awesome word on the doctrine and practice of impartation and a spirit led, evangelistic lifestyle at some kind of leader's meeting I got roped into somehow.  Challenging stuff, plus awesome brunch consisting entirely of all the best fruit and a selection of tea-time treats.

I think I should be packing now for going to Wales on Monday, because I'm at my lovelly grandma's all day tommorow, but my mother's not here to encourage me, rendering me completely incapable of any organisation whatsoever.  Speaking of Wales (that place I'm headed for my gap year), uni choices and the like are still mad.  I mostly don't want to go, but am lacking the necessary planning / direction to justify this.  Praying time, says I. 

Also, I'm still massive hyped for secret society outing on Thursday, and really love this song (like, in a not cool, I think it's really lovelly kind of way.  I know, double lame.) 

Peace out, avid readers.

Wait, turns out I'm not done.  Me and Claire (read 'I', by myself, while Claire was somewhere in the house) were busting out some moves to aforementioned daft punk, and I was reminded of my recent realisation. 

I don't really like parties.

I know it sounds really lame, but I just don't find drunk people exciting, and I think it would be really awesome to meet up with my friends and dance wildly whilst doing stupid things, but the best thing about parties is that there are loads of awesome people there and alcohol (in my somewhat limited experience of parties, I admit) seems to dilute the personality and behaviour of someone until they're just over excited, uninhibited, and altogether formless and bleak. 

Cid has maintained his cuteness throughout the day, and is currently being cute in a lying down with his tummy in the air sort of way. 

Actually for real now,

GLD.

A scrap with the fuzz.

A lot's happened in the last while, but I can't really remember that far back, so I based the title on very recent and extremely exciting things.

Andy Lovell, David Glover and I were all walking back from Bridge 2 in Buckhurst hill to Andy's own abode in Woodford.  We'd had a pretty live night at XL and it seemed like a good idea at the time.  It actually still seems like it was a good idea now.  I guess it was a good idea. 

We spent the first few minutes of the walk talking about muggers and what we would do if confronted with one.  We all had this wonderful and naive idea that muggers are stupid, and that if you talk to them or just (as Andy Lovell put it) 'completely spazz out', they get really confused and run away.  I like to think that I could talk my way out of getting mugged, and I've heard mad stories of Christians who get mugged and then start shouting in tongues at the knife wielding delinquents threatening to stab them.  Regardless of your spiritual beliefs, you'll probably just back away if the person who's wallet your trying to take starts yelling gibberish at you with disturbing fluency.

Anyways, I started thinking it would be hillarious and ironic if we all got mugged.  What happened next was equally hillarious, and also somewhat ironic.  We walked past Woodford station and then on down the foresty road when a police dog van stalled behind us and then pulled up.  "It's alright lads, I don't think she's pulling us over." Joked Andy. 

She was.  It doesn't even stop there.  She gets out the van, approaches us and says policing things like 'Excuse me boys, can I just ask you where you're going?"
We all tell her we're going to Andy's house and, when questioned further, that we had come from Buckhurst Hill.  It turns out that a crime had happened on a train coming from Buckhurst Hill, and we'd just left the station, which probably made her a bit suspicious when she asked how we'd gotten here and we said we'd walked.

"Yeah sorry," she says "It's just that a suspect's been reported to have been wearing a jumper that looks a lot like yours." 

We're a little bewildered.  She's talking to David Glover, who's wearing a very Glover-esque mulitcolored, stripy, handknitted number.  He pulls it off nicely, but if you saw someone wearing it you would know for a fact that they had never commited any crime in their entire life.  She does a little bit of radioing and, just like in the movies, three police cars all pull up at exactly the same time around us, six constables get out and mill around in a circle.  They look like they kind of already know we aren't criminals, and are probably thinking sexist and unproffesional things about how their female colleage has managed to "apprehend" another "suspect".  Then one of them looks Dave up and down and says, "No, that's not him.  He wouldn't have survived."  Survived?  Seriously?  This is all pretty exciting now.  They let us go, and on the way back we see a low flying police helicopter doing a sweep, and a train stopped on the tracks, with all the lights on and all the doors open.  We're very excited, and I keep wanting to be arrested again for Dave's illegal jumper, but it doesn't happen. 

Anyways, my shortlived scuff with the feds has come to an end and now I back to my first day of proper school. 

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(More than a month later)

Hello again.  I didn't publish this, so now I will.  I'm back on the blogging hype now.  You've heard it all before.  Anyway, hopefully you'll be getting your regular fix of Dave a little more frequently now.  Also on my list of things to fail at committing to are:
- Resuming my proactive approach to study.
- Understanding / doing UCAS things
- Writing outside of study and blogging.

In recent news, I just handed in a personal statement applying for engineering.  It was computer science a couple of months ago, and I might make the next one English.  Fun, indecisive times.  I'm making a poll as to what I should study at uni.  I don't really care what you think, but it adds user interactivity.  Maybe I should put some of my smaller decisions down to a user vote.  I like that idea.