I just on my bed and began to cry. For no obvious reason. I guess I’m just feeling the pressure.
- I’m heck as tired spent the day running round Sydney. Mad city- don’t go there… (sorry if you live there :) )
- The air conditioner on the train was broken so I spent three hours half roasting -half boiling to death in my own sweat.
- Dad got angry at me during the ten minutes I’ve been home all day.
- This afternoon saw Aboriginal man rapping songs he wrote about the pain and suffering of his people. Made me feel angry and depressed.
- I’m going to bed late.
- I have an all night (no sleep) boot camp thing tomorrow.
- I know my body won’t let me sleep in.
- Thinking about my HSC music pieces and wondering how I’m going to actually do what I want to do.
- Being broke.
- Being harassed, even thought jokingly, about Bible Study.
- Being teased by my friends about liking guys and embarrassing me in front of them. Come on girls… it’s not cool!
- Feeling things I don’t want to feel and having to continually scold myself and kick my heart back into shape.
- And multiple other emotions that are continually flowing through my body.
But there have been a lot of good things too.
- I found THE absolute coolest song I want to do for my Music HSC
- I did have fun chillin with my friends and the teachers in Sydney and even the train.
- I did learn a lot at the conference.
- I don’t have too much homework.
- I bet I will have fun at this boot camp even though I don’t want to go now.
- I do have amazing friends, no matter how confused I may feel.
- I have a sweet mum who made me a yummy lunch. Hugs
- I got refills on my coke at Hungry Jacks.
- My friends and I taught an Asian guy on the train how to play cards even though he barely spoke English. He had long fingernails.
- I lost a kilo or more in sweat… ok maybe not so positive :p
- I got to hold hands with one of the cute Sudanese boys at youth. (I was Mary and he was Joseph in our Christmas movie)
- I have Jesus and that is always an ‘up’.
Meh. Life is a bundle of stuff. Sometimes it blows past and we reach out and catch it as we please. Other times it just gets bowled our way and we’ve got to take the weight of it and man-up.
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