Woops.

So this evening I was having those moments where I sit and ponder how great my life is and how excited I am about everything I get to do and see. We were sat in Trafalgar Square at the time, recuperating from a game of bulldog that'd ended up with a few people on the floor. It was about midnight, the bells from a nearby church went off, and I was feeling mildly ecstatic and really quite content.

And then I let the crazy out. And announced that I write the story of my life in my head whilst it's happening. It's like logging it, or inscribing it so I can remember how wonderful it was, just a few hours on. 

As soon as the words had left my mouth, there were a few slow motion head turns and the raised eyebrows who've just realised that your insanity has plumeted to new depths.

However, as I am still 20 for another three days, I'm going to go. BAH. and laugh some more about my life.

I go back to Bournemouth in the morning. I need to go to sleep.

PS - I'VE FINALLY HANDED IN THE LAST BITS OF WORK FOR FIRST YEAR. I think it works out at about 30,000 words. Now just to revise. Oh bummer. Have a feeling my birthday might get in the way of that one! xo

Word Tackling is an Elusive Task

I am currently in the process of tackling two 3,000 word essays. It's not a fun process. Essentially, we decided this morning that uni work destroys any motivation you have for waking up, or for attempting to look nice. Plucking eyebrows, changing your clothes, the usual habits of a sociable creature, are forgotten in the desperation to just. keep. writing. 

As a result of said writing, I have been increasingly interested in all of the blogs, news articles, emails and and novels that I can read or submerge myself in, instead of occupying myself with a debate between Freud and Roland Barthes. 

One of my favourite ways to procrastinate is to create the best, and longest, playlist to accompany the 'hard work'. Yesterday I went through iTunes and enjoyed a lot of Bob Dylan, and a lot of Blue Roses. As you can guess, I got a bit stuck on the letter 'B'. Still, it was a good day.

This morning I set up a list of Phil Wickham songs, the kind I know very well so just form generic background noise whilst I write. One of the additional benefits is that Mr Wickham writes Christian stuff so his lyrics genuinely are quite an encouragement. So, whilst proof reading my essay, and attempting to delete at least 100 absolutely essential words, I caught a few lyrics of the song I was listening to. It was a bit of a surprise as I began to use my ears again. An amazing reminder that even when I'm babbling about the position of authors and readers, and creativity, there is a little more going on in life than just my degree. It somehow makes it all worthwhile, and a lot less stressful.

So, here we are...

Oh the glorious day when we arrive

And Heaven's gates are opened wide

All our fear and pain will fade away

When we see You

Face to face

Our Great and Awesome King

You will reign in brilliant light

Forever glorified

In Your city

And we Your daughters and Your sons

Will see the kingdom come

In Your city

Love will rain and joy will have no end

When the saints go marching in

God we pray that You come soon

'Cause we were made

To be with You

When we've been there for ten thousand years

Our song will be the same

Praise to the One who has brought us here

Jesus is His name

Jesus is His name

You will reign in brilliant light

Forever glorified

In Your city

We Your daughters and Your sons

Will see the kingdom come

In Your city, My city

This is Your city

My city