Paul Colman 9 Feb

forgot to add - i did myers briggs on my "date" with Nathan the other night. I have changed (shock horror), and apparently now i am an ESTJ. yup. I AM NO LONGER A FEELER. crikey!
i think whether or not you are a feeler or thinker can be cultuvated to some extent... like I think it is natural for me to be feeley, but i know its not often very wise, so i've cultuvated thinker attributes. yeah.
I came up with like 83% extrovert, which has dropped about 10% from last time i took the test. When i submitted my results, it asked me to answer some questions because some guy is studying people who have really high scores. So that was fun :)

In other news:
Paul Colman is playing at the celebration centre (bickerton st, Wainoni) on Wednesday 9th February from 7pm (i guess), and the Lads are playing there too. Tickets are $15 from Manna or other Christian bookstores. GO. I COMMAND YOU!! Paul Colman is AAAAAAAawesome... such a cool dude.

bulbous weasel farmers

We have a flat!! WE HAVE A FLAT!!
Contrary to popular belief (MATTomatic), we wont be living in a box in the gutter!
Its down Avonhead Road, between Grahams and Waimairi Road. You should all come visit (well as soon as we move in... the current guy is still there even though his lease has runned out, so hopefully I will be all moved in in about 2 weeks.)
Even more exciting news, now that we have a house, Roofus will be coming back!! YAY!

Thoughts for the day
-Bogans have now turned to station wagons as their means of boganing...
-i went to get my car fixed at the panelbeaters and the courtesy car had been broken into, so i have to go back at 4.30 and wait for another to come back. My car needs $900 worth of repairs (ouch), but thank the Lord for insurance!!
-i find it rather disconcerting, when driving around Christchurch, the frequency of potential crashes. There are a bunch of idiots out there on the road, and i am really starting to hate driving around Christchurch. (this is not one of those classic "its not my driving - its theirs" sort of bollocks argument. this is the sort where you have people running giveway signs, and making dangerous turns at intersections). I've only noticed it in the last few weeks... so i'm not sure what the cause is!! Perhaps giant alien potatoes have begun body snatching. Yeah. that seems likely.
-Estie is leaving tomorrow. (boohoo) then it will be just me and Helen for the next 2 weeks. How nice in a weird sort of way :)
-Are there any strong, handsome, manly, muscly, etc etc boys out there who would like to help me move my stuff from Goon to my new flat? Helen will help with some of it, but she's kinda busy in the next few weeks. (handsome strong men) (oh boys, you are so manly)

(is it working?)

-I got letters from my cousins and Aunty in Australia the other day. They made me cry, he he. My cousin, Suraj wrote me a nice long boy letter, it was cool. Apparently i am the only person he has written to, and he won't write to gran or aunty Helen (my mum) he he! I am the wanner!! He also wrote at the end of it that he missed me heaps and heeps. yay. boo. waah.
-Estie and I had a date with Nathan on friday night. That was random but fun. We played the un-game. which is the most cheesy, awful thing ever invented, he he! Nathan is thinking about making up his own version, which I think is an awesome idea... we will have much better questions that are meatier and let you get to know people's thoughts on things. yeah. Go our un-game. (why is it even called the 'un' game? Is that cos when they made it, they knew that IT WASN'T A GAME. IT WAS JUST A WASTE OF TIME??? *cough*)

Okay... i think thats about all the rubbish i can think up for today!! Hope everyone has an awesome week and doesn't work too hard.

stupid university i hate you

Argh! I'm really annoyed about uni this year... finally i thought i'd sorted myself out, and talked myself into going back for my 3rd year....
There were 2 courses that i really wanted to do this year, and 2 that i had to do. One of the courses that I really wanted to do is no longer on. Thats a new development in the past 3 weeks. GAR!
The other course that i really wanted to do clashes with one that i have to do. *frowns*
That leaves the two political science courses that i'm not so keen on, AND not enough points to get my degree anyway.

Hmph.

what $40 can get you

For the total sum of $40 I have heard Rebecca st James, Salvador, Paul Coleman Trio, and now Shawn McDonald LIVE.
Thats some mighty famous musicians i've heard all for a measely $40 !! Isn't it awesome being in New Zealand!
I got to meet Rebecca St James, 2 years ago, and i said "hi! how are you?" and she said "hi! good thanks" and grinned, then my time was over and i had to move on, hee hee. When she signed my poster, she wrote a verse for me, and i've learnt it by heart and i really love it:
Philippians 4.6-8 Don't worry about anything, but in all your prayers ask God for what you need, always asking him with a thankful heart. And God's peace, which is far beyond human understanding, will keep your hearts and minds safe in union with Christ Jesus. In conclusion, my friends, fill your minds with those things that are good and that deserve praise: things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and honorable.

I like that :)

On tuesday night, I got to hang out with Shawn McDonald for over 3 hours! Yep! (shut up Sally and Breo) He's such an awesome dude. I wont tell you all the story again but highlights - i got to check out his foot for him cos he got a thorn in it, he winked at me, i did a jig for him to get a cheap t-shirt, etc etc etc... he's awesome and my eyes are slightly sparkly. (he he how embarassing) (Nah, i'm just kidding) Anyway i really liked his music. It felt like you'd walked in on someone's personal time with God, that you were intruding. His music is very raw. I liked it. It's nice when you can take someone elses personal songs and make them your own.

Um *cough* got distracted... The verse he gave me was psalm 115v1 To you alone, Oh Lord, to you alone, and not to us, must glory be given, because of your constant love and faithfulness.
Also cool verse that i like :)

this bites

You know, I like being right. However there are some things i just dont like being right about.
Take the post about the christmas/boxing day debarcle... I said something like "i think this will come back to bite us" and oop! yes... it has.

My pops woke me up at 7.10 this morning to tell me that mum had been in a right strop and had driven off somewhere in the car, and was just arriving home.
She is in a right mood.
This time its about my brother hassling her a lot. I wish he would know when to stop. He's 23 and still living at home, its not his place to mock mum. She does a lot for him and doesn't deserve to be treated rudely. Both my auntys have noticed this, and wonder why my dad hasn't said anything to him about it.. i dont know either.
One of the other things shes annoyed about is that i haven't done many jobs while i've been here. Apparently i'm expected to come home and do all the jobs. It's not my house anymore! If she came and stayed at Hermil I wouldn't expect her to do any jobs!
So my dad has to stay off work today and 'look after' mum.

i don't know how to deal with this. I don't know what to do. It just seems to me that she's acting so irrationally, and i can't cope with the irrational. (if thats even a word)
*sigh*

waffles

In my thighs a thin woman is trapped. (dont know how she got there in the first place) (no, i jest!)
I've often felt that if i could just slim my legs down a bit then i would be quite happy with my body. (rather than just indifferent towards it)
Not that it makes any difference to who i am, or anything else, but it would be easier to buy clothes, and i would not feel so occasionally self conscious.

Just so you know, this is not an issue that really bothers me too much, i'm not one of those people that are constantly obsessed with their bodies; its just an observation. I don't really care too much either way, just sometimes i feel that i truly am bordering on the fat/thin line. Sometimes i think it would be easier to just come out of the closet as a fat girl.
(and by fat i dont mean really fat. I just mean very curvy and wears big baggy clothes all the time. Frumpy. Squishy. etc)

He he
this is a funny post.
For the last 7 years i've been not thin. I've not been fat either. I've been curvy. I have not worn swimming togs in about 7 years because my thighs scare me.(tee hee) However, they seem to be stuck the way they are, so i'm not too concerned. First year at uni i strangely started losing weight and looking heaps better. At the start of 2004, i was down to 53kgs, which was the lightest i've been in a few years. That was good! But then i started getting lazy, and now i'm up to 60kg, which is the heaviest i've ever been. I'm stuck with one pair of pants cos i dont want to buy any more!

I feel that i have to state this again, a sort of clause or guarantee so you all know i'm not upset.

I dont care about body image, because unless you are unhealthily fat or thin then what size you are doesnt matter, as everyone has a different body shape
Im doing a thinking post, not a feeling post. Occasionally my size bothers me, but not often. So this is just an observations post, its not one of those *sob* i'm too fat *sob* posts... he he!


Just to distract you all, i'll talk about something else. How come dreams are so vividly real sometimes? Why do they feel like an actual part of you? How come you can wake up in the morning and feel like you're missing a piece of yourself because you can't ever grasp it back?

Dreams fascinate me. Probably cos i have quite vivid ones. I have very vivid scary dreams, about all sorts of things from Marilyn Manson, to dinosaurs. In the scary dreams i'm usually being chased. In fact, in a lot of dreams, i'm being chased.
In many of my dreams, there are people who are important to me. These are just dream people, and i don't know them in reality, but in dreams they mean so much to me. People like my husbands, my friends, my family, etc. Who are these people, and why am i dreaming about them? And when i wake up, and realise that they are gone forever, i feel a little twinge. For some amount of time, they were everything to me.
How weird!

I've been having massive dream epics lately, that go on and on for ages, and are very vivid, and the characters are important to me. One i had a couple of nights ago was where i was (OH I KNOW! it must have been after watching fear factor!) handcuffed, and i was with these evil people. I managed to get the keys and run away, with them chasing me. I met this nice guy who hid me in a closet. The evil man nearly found me, and the boy and i found a secret passageway. Sounds simple when written down, but really it was quite elaborate, and felt like it was taking an age! In the end, we were just about to expose this guy as evil when the dream changed and i woke up. I was quite disappointed and longed to go back just to finish it off, and be free.

Another dream epic, that i've had more than once, is where i'm on the titanic. (Well i know its the titanic, even if it doesn't look much like it!)
When i was at highschool, i used to have dreams about my school, with huge buildings that had many staircases and floors, and getting horribly lost on them. Those dreams were scary, and i'm not exactly sure why, but i had them lots of times, but varying slightly. In fact, i've had at least one this year.

I can't think of anything else to say about that right now, just that dreams fascinate me. If anyone knows anything (scientifically proven) about dreams, then pass it my way :)
toodles!

oh for a good church!!

I've been to so many "typical pentecostal" church services lately. Its driving me nuts!

a) the speaker will start by saying something like "i think" or "i believe this" or "I've been thinking". His whole talk is about something he's conjured up and is
b) supported by a few bible verses.
c) he will talk a load of garble, with no clear points, or themes he is trying to get across.

and to top it all off, the 'sermon' (more aptly termed 'talk') i heard yesterday, contained this view:

"it doesn't matter what you do in your daily life. Don't worry about trying to be holy; that just complicates things. Christianity's not about trying to be a "good" person"
and this
"do things the way you want to do them. Don't worry about what everyone else does. Don't let anyone tell you what you should be doing." (and then he went on to rubbish 'quiet' times) (just because they're called 'quiet' doesn't mean they have to be quiet... it just a term thats used for a time where its only you and God)

The speaker yesterday morning (unfortunately for him) had a goatee (which instantly made me dislike him), and turned out to be an English teacher at my highschool who i never liked, and my mother didn't like much either. Oh for prejudice. Anyway he had ample opportunity to redeem himself. Fourty five minutes of opportunity.
He failed.

The thing i'm seeing a lot of lately is wishy washy preaching. Where's the HARD word of the bible? It's a DOUBLE-EDGED SWORD, for our sake. Where's all the hardline biblical truth or are we just watering it down with niceties??

I've been looking for a church in Christchurch. i want a church that
a) prays a lot. Cos after all, prayer is talking to God.
- starts off by inviting God to the service
- says a lot about God being powerful and sovereign and mighty and ruler, and gives him the credit for stuff.
b) sings songs that are about God way more than they are about me. Songs that glorify God for the awesome dude he is.
c) have a sermon that really utilises the bible, and doesn't seem like a load of clap-trap. Why are we still feeding people on milk, dammit? Where's the solid food??
d) is involved in community outreach. After all, if we don't care for the poor and needy, who will? Read Isaiah 55.
e) where the people seem genuine, real, friendly, and living christianity.

I'm getting disappointed 'cos its proving really hard to find a church that is passionate about God (and has a slightly more amped style of singing) as well as into prayer and the bible.
Why is that so hard to find??!

crazy lady tries to run me down!

Um, so... I just got hit by a car. And whats the first thing I do? Go and blog. Yep. Thats it... one dedicated blogger we have here!
No really, the reason i'm blogging is cos i don't know what to do. Should i go to the doctor and be checked over? My neck and arm are kinda sore. Should i get a car man to check my car and see if its okay?
Please could anyone give me a call or txt and tell me what i should do.

I was driving along Hansons Lane, and right when i got to Suva St intersection, some lady stopped at the Stop Sign decides she doesn't like me, so she powers it up, right towards me. In fact, she was so blatantly blind, that by the time she hit me, she only hit my right back wheel... I WAS NEARLY THROUGH THE INTERSECTION before she whammed me! She can't even say she was trying to take a small gap, cos i was right in front of her when she started accelerating! So she whammered me, and she was fully powering it up... right towards me! and i spun 180 degrees, with much squealing, so i was facing south. I got out, and my car IS FINE. (dammit) a policeman is building a house nearby (dont ask me?!) and he comes running out to be all nice and sort things out. The lady has ruined her front bumper.
Ya know what? I'm glad I love Jesus. Not that that is like a anti-accident clause, but i am uninjured, and so is my car.
She hit my tyre, so not sure how safe that is. I might ring my uncle and ask him to check the car over.
Anyway i was quite upset, but, HOORAY, didn't cry. I don't have waterproof mascara on, so thanks for small mercies (;p no, i jest... just didn't want to look like a wuss)
So the next step is to ring AMI, although i don't understand how that works, cos she was in the wrong, and her car is bad, so why should I have to pay? Or don't i?

Anyhoo....
back to the interesting things i was doing! And hey, im working Thurs arvo, Fri morn, Sat morn and Sun arvo in Riccarton mall, near Sussan if anyone wants to come see me!

octangly spandango flip

I miss my aunty. I wanted to go round to her house yesterday, but i couldn't.
Its hard when you get upset about stuff and you can't think of anyone with whom you feel like crying. All i wanted was to drive over to her house and rant about stuff thats been going on lately. I got up to leave, and nearly got to the car, and realised that i was just on autopilot and i couldn't actually go and see her. I tried to think of someone else who i could go and talk with. But there was no one.
The past few weeks I haven't had work, and many times i've wanted to go to her place for tea, and just play with the kids for a few hours. But i can't.
This year i wanted to have the option of living at her house like a border. But thats not possible.

Yesterday i ended up blubbering away all over Helen's shoulder. So yay for Heln being comforting and helpful. But boo hiss for not having anyone else with whom i could do that. When i read Reuben's blog today, his latest post reminded me of my conversation with Heln yesterday. We both have noticed that we need to expand our friendship circles, as well as strengthening ties with some of our current friends.
It really sucks when you want to do something or talk with someone and you can't actually think of a suitable friend. This makes me realise that i need to keep making friends, and keep maintaining friendships.


I'm really confused about what to do this year. These are the plans in my brain:

a) live with Ruth and Ray, and finish my degree at UC.
a1) work at world vision part time
a2) work in the uni library part time

b) live with Ruth and Ray, finish BA at UC and do some distance Bible College papers

c) go up to Auckland for a youth Missions programe with Carey and find accomodation up there

d) go somewhere in the north island and do bible college-y type papers

e) skive off overseas and do a YWAM missions course.

Me = confused.
I'm hopefully meeting with my mentor next week sometime to have a chat. Otherwise prayers and ideas would be appreciated.

It's electrifying!!!

Hello again! My kidnappers have tied me up and forced me to post on my blog again. What a cruel punishment!! Cruel and torturous!
Its fun being here with Sally... kind of like an adventure! Weirdly, its just like flatting, except we’re out in the country with no possible visitors, and we stayed up late and then watched Grease this morning. It’s now 12.43pm and we’re not dressed or clean or anything! Argh – unclean! Unclean!! Ahem. Aaaanyway...

What to do? What to do?
I was thinking about writing a story... Or maybe cutting my hair (just to clarify; cutting my hair is not a haircut. It is just the cutting of hair)... or maybe doing the Timaru run with Sally – I’d like a new skirt. Skirts are hot. ...or maybe ...um... something! I’ll think of something =)

Because Sallykins and I watched Grease this morning, we were thinking about what it would be like if we were at one of the CU-type gatherings and all of a sudden everyone burst into song and dance..... Just picture it:

Andrew W, Chad the valiant, and Breo Brehaut dancing to Grease Lightning... doing cartwheels around an old car... with slicked back hair and seedy eyes...

Heln the Rus-sian, Ferdinand the grand, and the beauty that is Lara wearing pastel poodle skirts, singing about summer lovin’, and fluttering their eyelashes at “studly” boys.

After some dancing and some good quality acting, its time for the shoo-bop...

Manly Matt slides onto the screen on his knees, shoo bop, followed by a leather-wearing studly Steve, shoo-wop, close behind is Shifty Eye, with drain-pipe jeans and shoo bobbidy bip bop...
The screen explodes into colour, dance, and song!

Cardigan-toting Baby Ruth, frilly-petticoated Katherine and socks with sandals Jesse-Em shimmy onto the screen,
Tight-jeans Two Sheds, bryl-creamed Jared, and knee-shaking Paulie jiggle their way into the dance,
Mike, Andre, and Frasertron twirl Este, Michelle, and Sal around, while Reuben and Sir Kelly dance into the picture, spinning and dippidy dipping,

The scene is set. The bunch of bubbly, pastelled girls and slick, tight-panted boys are dancing madly. They are joined by the rest of the gang, energetically jiving and gyrating. They all launch into song:

Ramalamalamalama ding de ding de dong
Doo wop de doo de woo
Chang chang changdy chang de bop
Woo aah woo ooh

Oogly oogly boogly boogly boop she wop de wop
Ip de wip de wip doo de woo de woo
Wop babelee boo bop
Wop bam BOO!

You just lost the game! HAR!

Hello Christchurch... do you miss me?!

Hello to Este and Jeremy who are in Christchurch... hope you guys aren't too lonely without me!!!

Helen comes home on wednesday! How exciting!!!!! In fact... HOW EXCITING!

Thanks to Katherine for New Years Eve =)

As you can tell, I'm struggling for things to write! I've been away from computers for a whole week, so I've got to make up for it! Hmm... i think that might be all i have to say for now!
See you all sometime later this week when my kidnappers release their hostage. Watch out for Ferdinand and Sally... they're dangeresque!!

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiago? er i mean Michelle

Hello everybody! lets play where in the world is Michelle.
No! Wrong. Guess again.
Really? You think i'd go there? guess again
Noooo!! come on! you can do better than that...
What kinda guess was that? this is your last chance...

I'm not sure if you guessed it or not, but I'm in Timaru! I came down today with Sally and Ferdinand (Matt). Sally and Ferdinand kidnappered me!! Ooh! how exciting *does the excited face* (the one where you gasp, look surprised, and put your fingers in your mouth... kindof. Hopefully you know what i'm talking about, or that might sound like some weirod sort of cannibalism!!) Er anyway... so back to the exciting adventure! I like Sally. Sally is cool. She is way up there on the cool-people list at the moment. Not sure why really. (he he ouch! Sally poked me!) Matt, er I mean Ferdinand, is also cool. I command him to be my friend this year!