God bless free evenings. It's a rarity, which is why I feel as though they're gold. Vincent was about to get me to accompany him to a sub-committee meeting today... and as much as I love my job, I'm so desperately glad that he didn't.
What a week. (I'm referring to the last seven days of course, because it is, after all, Monday).
Currently listening to: Mariah Carey's Always Be My Baby track. Always brings back feelings of Spring-time and high school.
Anyhoo. So you'll be pleased to know that things lightened up after last Monday's tearful venting spree on blogspot. Not to say things lightened completely... nor did they lighten up quickly. I wasn't operating at 100% for the entire week (ask Vincent, who had to deal with my not being so organised or energetic), and unfortunately probably won't be operating at 100% for at least a couple of days, because to top off an emotionally exhausting seven days, I managed to catch a nasty virus. Something to do with flu symptoms and some phlegm.
>>> So last Monday... involved a fair bit of time in the Chapel crying. No.. not crying... sobbing. Then I fell apart when I got to my bedroom and Sarah wandered in and offered her shoulder.. which actually made me cry even more. It was at that point I ripped open my massive block of Cadbury Dairy Milk chocolate and started consuming my daily intake of two rows each day. Tarryn left that night too. Damn it - talk about being damaged with emotional overhaul.
>>> Eventually Tuesday rolled around and I almost fell asleep in class . Wednesday brought another set of uninteresting events to throw me off an already curvy course. Got called into a meeting in Homebush and felt somewhat abandoned in McCafe on Parramatta Rd at about 6:48pm when I all I had to keep me company was a mocha that I didn't want, and really cheesy radio music. (serves me right for thinking I'd actually get picked up on time).
>>> BUT... the good news is that despite feeling disgusting, crappy, ditched and cut, I still have friends who know that the one antedote to an emotionally overwhelming day is emo music. (I'm kidding, that's not the only antedote.. but it was a good one). Of course the only thing that is a step better from emo music is live emo music... so the Dashboard Confessional concert was perfect.
>>> Thursday emerged and I was lucky to peel my eyes open after such a late night. I can't even remember what happened that day, but I distinctly remember getting a month's worth of rain pouring down in a span of 12 hours. And having to drive in the midst of it... ewww. God bless Vincent.
>>> By the time of the weekend arrived I was crying for a sleep-in. So after allowing a couple of extra hours of sleep on Saturday morning, I attempted a quick clean-up of the kitchen, dining room, offices, common room, my faithful drumkit, and my own beloved bedroom.
>>> At about 5pm I began the 2.5 hour journey out West - by west I mean Penrith-west... because I finally had dinner with Jonna. YAY! Girly catch-up... which hasn't happened for about half a year. Man that was good. And about time too! Most of the conversation (and I hang my head shamefully as I type this) revolved around boys..
Hahaha.. and it's funny right, because the next day, when *a certain boy* came over to have lunch with my family, the first thing my sister's asked was if we were going out. And when I said no, I knew that all they'd done was disregard my answer because as far as they're concerned, he may as well be my boyfriend.
I, on the other hand, don't think so. I figure if you're gonna go for one person and this one person ends up being your first and only - the only girl you court, amaze and pursue - then you owe it to yourself (not to mention the girl!) to go all out. 110%. Why not? There's no point wasting anyone's time - not yours and not hers...
Again, another conclusion that sprung from another DNM with Sarah. This epiphany happened some time last night on the couch while we were pretending to watch Idol (I say pretending for Sarah's sake, because I know she hates the show).
It was nice sitting there and being told from a sister that I deserved nothing but the best. Usually it's me delivering that message to 90 teenage girls... but you know, it's nice to be reminded from an outsider every now and again. "Why the heck would you settle for anything less than the best?" Good point. I mean... if, in Ephesians, St Paul tells Christian women to submit to their husbands - it's only because their husbands are told to love their wives with the same love that Christ has for His Church. Now hold up now... that's OUT-OF-THIS-WORLD, AMAZING, SACRIFICIAL LOVE. Love that saves, transforms, nurtures and wows the very soul of a human being.
And they're wondering why I wouldn't say "yes" the moment he's asked me out? Jeez... because I'd like to think I'm worth more of an effort thanks. In the risk of sounding ridiculously up myself, can I justify my wanting to be swept of my feet with the fact that no girl in their right mind would settle for anything less than what they deserve if they knew that someone would give it to them. And if God wants you to have something he'll give it to you...
We deserve the best right?
Hands down!
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