Have you ever had one of those days where odd and unexpected things seem to happen continuously? Well admittedly, neither have I, but odd and unexpected things have been pilling up lately... (it should be noted that these events are odd and no surreal as helpfully pointed out by Adam Hills here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNFbG75hS5Q)

For instance...

A few weeks ago, I discovered that I don't have opposable thumbs. Most normal peopla have two joints in thier thumbs. This helps them grip things, write and freak a large number of people out if they happen to be extra lucky and double jointed. But in a small number of people one of the joints is fused and, tragically, results in a reduced ability to function... or so some people may think (...ok so perhaps I made that last bit up...).

But I say "poo" to them!

I thought I was normal! I play violin! I write! I still freak people out....possibly because i'm "no-jointed" (yeah... made that up to... but I like it) and it's weird... but hey - we don't have to focus on that.

Anway, the odd thing about this entire incident was not only that I discovered it was weird after 20 years of living, but that another of my friends dixcovered the same thing in the same conversation! This resulted in a "no-jointed" high-five and rather strange command from a "normal" person to never, under any circumstances, have children...

Secondly, lately I've been getting weird emails from a hybrid half crocodile, half platypus named (creatively) croco-pus. Apparently he got lost after ETC and now wants the Science and Nursing faculty at CREDO to sing him and song.

So basically, we're being blackmailed by a giant stuffed animal in a SaN t-shirt...

Great

Lastly... it occured to me last thursday that I'm learning how to synthesise illegeal drugs...




Ok so I should really expand on that one hey....

I'm doing a subject at Uni called "Chemistry and Pharmacology of Illicit Drugs" where we literally learn how to synthesise things like ice and speed and then get told not to because we will get arrested.

Seriously, last Thursday I was sitting in my lecture and our teacher suddenly pauses in his explanation of the various clandestine routes of synethsis of methamphetamine and says something along the lines of "and this was quite popular with bikie gangs in the 70s"

I'm going to let you all just think about that for a bit and see if you develop the same mental picture as I have...

"Boring Women Have Immaculate Homes"

My friend looked into my room yesterday and I swear her eyes very nearly popped out of her head! The conversation (from memory) went something like this:

Friend: Oh my goodness Joh, how has your room gotten this messy in a day?

Me: raises an eyebrow... or tries to... then gives up as I realise I've only cemented the knowledge that I'm mad in my friend's mind... Messy? What are you talking about?

Friend: Sounds exasperated Well there's all those clothes on your bed and the unemptied box and... (proceeds to list all of the things that are out of place which, admittedly is a rather long list)

Me: You've obviously never lived close to my room before have you?

It's true... I am the mess Queen. And I should probably just stress that the title of this entry has no reflection on my view of tidy people. In fact I admire them because no matter how hard I try, I can't be tidy.

Seriously - on the rare occasions that I get it into my head that perhaps having to take a running leap over clutter to get to my bed is not the best of signs and actually attempt to do something about it, I tidy things and then in five seconds my room looks like some long lost section of the himalayas...

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I grew up surrounded by mess... Our house was (and kinda still is... but maybe that's because they're renovating... not sure) always filled with clutter of some description. Fortunately it was only clutter and there was no chance of finding a rotten apple core that had been forgotten and had developed into intelligent life!

Mum tries to get us to be at least a little bit tidy... I remember once when I was little she sent me on a full on treasure hunt (with clues and everything) around my room to find the floor. (I was highly disappointed when I discovered that the hunt had nothing to do with chocolate of some description)

Unfortunately for her, I've come to the conclusion that being messy has some degree of eccentricity... it's different! Maybe that's why I never put anything away or throw my clothes all over the floor when I've brought them back from the washing machine - it gives my room character!

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Or maybe I'm just lazy....

Either way, being messy is a habit that, hopefully, I'll be able to break someday because no matter how much I tell myself that I can "concentrate better when I have to physically clear a space on my desk with a bulldozer in order to study", a tidy room is so much less embarrassing and easy to vaccuum...

But for now, my idea of cleaning is to sweep the room with a glance :)

This is great...

www.xkcd.com

I can't wait to go back to Uni....

Alright, feel free to say it - I'm mad

I feel like a hypocrite right now - I spend half my time complaining about how stressed out I am and how my lecturers have a hit list with my name on it hidden somewhere within the trench coats they keep in their wardrobes and only ever wear during their secret late night meetings in which they plan sinister synchronisation of assesments... *takes breath* and now I'm saying I want to go back!!

I'm mental

So what am I doing here at 10:00pm?

Alright, so it's not really that late... still I'm just about falling asleep so if this post is so utterly incoherent then ash mblag ergh...

*ahem*

So I haven't really been writting here very often hey... as one of my friends put it the other day "You must be feeling very relaxed... no blog posts for ages!"

And the odd thing is, I am actually relaxed! I've only got four assesments to go (one exam and three assignments) and the end is in sight! Hoorah!

Mum, as with everything, puts this new state of mind down to my new gluten freeness but I don't know that it's entirely the reason... but I think that may be a topic for another blog... oh yes, I actually have direction in this one :)

Tonight, instead of the usual bible study at Flo, we took a brief (too brief) look at the persecuted church. It was so humbling to hear about some of the things a Christian in the Sudan or Indonesia has to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

To give you an idea of the sorts of things we looked at, Christians in China are at risk of being arrested purely for hosting a home group in their homes. They are tortured and forced to give up names of the others in their group. In the Sudan, southern christians (there are none in the North as it's the muslim demographic) are displaced, forced to leave the country or enslaved by the jihad which is sponsored by the government. Oh and forced conversion to Islam is legal. In Indonesia, the largest muslim country by percentage in the world, churches are frequently attacked and destroyed along with the people...

The thing that struck me was that the most I have to deal with in my average day, is a brief flicker of a disgusted expression across someone's face the minute I mention Christianity. To think that the thought of someone not liking me terrifies me, I wonder what I'd do, faced with the possibility that I could be arrested or killed for the Bible...

I definitely take the fact that I live in a free country (don't scoff; no matter how bad IR laws are treating you, it's true.) and that we are free to believe what we want to. I need to be more thankful for the fact that the most persecution I have to deal with now is someone "christian-bashing" to my face or indirectly.

God is so good.

Nehoo, I'll get down off my soap box now and go and sleep... I have an exam on Friday....

:)

Fairy Bread and Evil background music...

Wow... I've really been neglecting this blog haven't I? For the record, I told myself that I wasn't going to be sucked in by the halo of procrastination surrounding this website but still... as my mum pointed out yesterday on the phone *note - to be read in an exasperated mother tone* "I've worked out how to get onto the thing and you haven't written anything since the holidays!"

And so, I've decided to dedicate this blog entry to you Mum... mainly because I reckon you're about the only one who reads this anyway (... the comment box is most definitely OPEN right now for people to prove that i'm really not that pathetic)

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Love you Mum...

*ahem* So anyway... The last few weeks have been more than a little hectic... seriously, I have this mental image of all of my uni lecturers sitting around eating fairy bread (why? I have no idea) and brainstorming ways to torture the second year students who became way too complacent in first year. To help, I've drawn a little picture....

Hmmm... I'm not actually sure that you'll all be able to read that.... or get past my wonderfully craptastic stick figures but hey.... the point is that my lecturers are ev...

Well ok - I should probably mention here that I'll be the first to admit that they're actually very helpful people and only give us that workload because they think they're the only ones who are setting crazy lab reports (I had 6 due last week.... 6!!!!!). I think it just seems like they're all banding together and lets face it... exaggerating is always fun!

So really I think I'm my own worst enemy. Mainly because I'm sitting here blogging and drawing stick figure cartoons when I really should be finishing my lab reports... what can I say? When your mother tells you to jump you ask how high ;)

Watch this! You know you want to...

My friend sent this to me... I was a little skeptical at first but eventually it made me cry... see what you think :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_M0H5nrY8E

Handy tip number one: have tissues on stand-by