Wow, I haven't blogged in AGES
Current mood: busy

Okay, it was pointed out on Chris' blog (blog.chrisworfolk.com) that I haven't posted in about 3 weeks. That is almost definately true. I definately haven't posted as much as I should have and haven't posted since i have been back to uni. Okay, well after an interesting and drunk freshers week (I had 1 day off on Saturday I believe) we are now back into lectures and I have had at least one of most of the lectures already. The only exception being OR21, which I am doing pretty much on my own. Although saying that, I did discover Dayna (from my cell group) is doing it as part of her course (she takes Maths).

Anyways, I also have a job!!! Ohhh go me! I am working helping the freshers do programming. The fact that I can't program is a side note that they haven't noticed yet, and I am not about to mention. Lets just hope they don't read this blog, and fire me! I am off to prepare for the lab. I figure I only have to stay one lab session ahead of the freshers and I am fine!

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At work!
Current mood: busy

I am at work again. I guess I should be working really. I have got to a point in testing a system, where I have found most of what I will I think, so I am going to take the opportunity to tell you about France.

Bacically, it was really fun! Went on Saturday for Ray's birthday, and we had a great time. It was just Ray, LA and me, and we set off on the ferry at about 8:45 in the morning. The adgenda was shopping, lunch, more shopping, pub/cafe, more shopping, tea, leave. It worked really well, I thought anyways! We clothes shopped in the morning, and although none of the clothes over there tend to fit me, it was nice enough to window shop, then went for lunch at a really lovely St Marlo resturant, where of course all the waiters spoke fluent English, which was good, although our french did imporve as the day went on. Then we went looking for a wine shop, and I picked up a few gifts of french buscuits and sweets for my family etc, then we went to a cafe for an ice cream, shopped a bit more, found a great clothes shop called Be Cool, which was selling loads of pretty things, and I bought some earings. Then we went and found a pub (the order of this is probably wrong) had a drink (I had riccard) then we went to a bead shop, looked at all the pretty beads, went for tea at the same resturant, and were served by a very nice waiter, who got in one of Ray's holiday snaps! Took our time over tea, and headed back to the boat a little early (just in case).

Apart from the rather rough crossing on the way back, it was a really lovely day! Anyways, I had better get back, as I have reports to do now! Yay!

Currently listening : The Cure - Greatest Hits By The Cure Release date: 13 November, 2001

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Okay, rubbish ending
Current mood: disappointed

Not too pleased with the ending, I am REALLY rubbish at writing endings, cause things don't end do they? Oh well, never mind! Hope you enjoyed it anyways!

Anyways, off to sleep!

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Back to the story

We went back to the hotel that night and lay in bed together. We talked for the first time about our fears and worries about the next day. There was always the chance that they would just kill us once they found out where the vault was. We were going to have to try and protect ourselves as best we could.

Getting up at 5 we decided that the best way to protect ourselves was to make a fake bomb. It was John's idea, and, although there were obvious risks, it seamed like the best way to get out of the situation alive. John said he would conceal the fake bomb on him, and we knocked up something we hoped would pass as a bomb. We used a combination of our respective knowledge of films and google to try and find what that sort of thing might look like, and ended up with something that looked like a push button detinator, and old plastic film cases fixed around John, hopefully no one would get too close to us and see it was all fake!

By 9 we were ready, and we got a taxi to the Headingly Cricket ground. All the way I was so scared that the taxi driver would notice the fake bomb John was wearing and call the police. I just kept praying that he wouldn't notice anything and everything would go okay once we got there!

Arriving I was a bundle of nerves. Holding onto John's hand as tight as I could I could hardly stop myself from shaking. There our parents were in the middle of the field. I let go of  John's hand and ran to my mother and father, seeing them knocked all the sense out of me. Suddenly I heard a gun go off behind my head. A gruff voice demanded the money from John, who took the opportunity to move closer, revealing the fake bomb concealed on him.

Demanding the kidnappers step back, he helped me untie our parents, who were bruised, but not too badly hurt. He put down the bag he had been carrying with the £1million in it, and we backed away, shouting directions to the vault. Knowing they knew where to find us we thought it best not to trick them on the location of the vault. Backing out of the cricket ground with our parents and John's finger on the fake detonator, we were suprised to find they let us go.

As soon as we were out, we rang the media, telling them all we knew, and letting them know about the hotel and the location of the vault so they could verify our story. We also rang the police, but as a tool of the government, both me and John had serious doubt about them doing anything that would risk the grand plan.

1 week later

Breaking news stories and a LOT of government resignations from around the world told us that we had done something right. The suprising lack of assasinations was also a good sign. Alerting the media and the police seamed to work well. Both mine and John's family moved... well I can't tell you where here can I?  Anyway, it all worked out to an extent. Our parents were really really really mad, but they were our parents, they have just about forgiven us. Now we are living happily, me and John are dating, and very happy! Although it has been really hard to leave our old lives behind, but we are doing alright!

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Okay, I wanna blog about France, but I feel I should finish the story first, or I never will!
Current mood: drained

So now me and John had a massive moral decision to make! We realised that if we told these people the location of the vault they would probably not just be sending them Christmas Cards. There were a lot of people's lives at stake, but they were our parents. There was no way we were going to let them die.

We stayed in the hotel room we had booked the day before for the night. We had only booked one room for the night, and so there was an awkward moment when we tried to decide who got the bed, but by John being a gentleman and me being very tired by this point, this was quickly resolved by John deciding to sleep on the counch in the room, even though he paid, which I thought was very sweet of him.

The next morning we got an early fight to Gatwick and arrived at 9am in the morning. We now had 24 hours to agonize over whether to tell the people the location of the vault. If they simply wanted the location, there was a good chance they were confident they could get to the information from the vault, if they just knew where it was.

We decided that we would tell the kidnappers where the vault was and then inform the media and the police of what we had found out. That way, the politiciens would all have warning of what was going on. This would also have the side effect of foiling the Society's plan to take over the governments, which would be both good and bad. John and I both agreed that this was not a good thing, and although they seamed to mean well, and our parents were for it, we didn't want to live in a world with no freedom to choose, even if the majority used that freedom poorly. However, our parents obviously really believed in this, and both of us had an enormous respect for them. It was not an easy decision to make, and it took us most of the morning, sitting in Starbucks going over the options to decide what to do.

The afternoon we had free, so we decided to go shopping. It seamed odd, wandering around London shopping when our parents lives were at stake. Even after discounting the £1million we were going to have to give to the kidnappers, John had a lot of money left. Although I felt uncomfortable at first, he insisted that he paid for everything. Every time I saw something in a shop window that I liked, he would go and buy it for me. He seamed to be enjoying himself, and his attitude rubbed off on me. I could get used to that kinda lifestyle, and it really was wonderful to be pampered for the afternoon.

We decided to get the train up to Leeds at 6 that evening and have dinner in Leeds, while booking ourselves into one of the hotels for the night. Dinner was really wonderful, even though our minds were both constantly worrying about our parents. We sat at a table, in a beautiful chinese resturant and had a lovely meal. Throughout the meal he was getting more and more flirty and seamed to be relaxing a lot more. At the end of the meal he took my hand and told me, and I will never forget this "I know that tomorrow is going to be dangerous, and if it was within my power I would want to turn back time, and never let you get involved with this, even though it would mean that I would never have met you. However, in some ways I am so glad I have, you are a wonderful person, and I want you to know, that even if something does happen to us, I will never forget you." then he looked into my eyes and kissed me! It was really amazing! In the middle of all this tradgety and worry I felt like I could really rely on him, and I had never felt so safe as I did, in that moment with him holding me...

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Real life is still not interesting me enough to write about!
Current mood: happy

In the hotel we started to ask questions about our parents, but it being over a year ago, we didn't really expect much of a response, so imagine our suprise when the first person we asked, the girl at the reception desk, told us to keep our voice down and to come with her. She took us to see the manager of the hotel.

We explained the situation to him, and he was very understanding, however, he told us he couldn't help us. He didn't know the location of the vault and didn't know anyone who would give it to us. What he did tell us though, was that our parents were part of some sort of group. He didn't know details, but he did know it was a world wide organization, very underground, and had something to do with the left wing people who had frequented his hotel over the years.

He told us they were holding a ball for new recruits, tonight (which was lucky) and in true socialist style, it was going to be a very rich and classy event, with only the most elite in society being invited. We realised that we had to get into that party and the only way we were going to do that was to pose as a young couple, who were wishing to join this organisation. As we clearly had family ties, this shouldn't be too difficult, however, there was no way we could go in what we were wearing!

Although I am not normally a massive fan of shopping, buying a new dress on a budget of nearly £1million between us did sound appealing, and soon we were in the main shopping centre of the island. Although it was not a rich island, like all places where extream poverty existed, there were the rich elite, and the tourists, who provided owners of these expensive boutiques with enough business to eat and house thier families. We went in to one of these shops and came out with a beautiful long, dark red dress for me and a handsome black tuxido for John.

With our outfits purchased, we realised we still didn't have tickets, so we decided to return to the hotel to find out if the manager could help us any more. He told us about a door at the back which we could sneak in by, it wouldn't be guarded well, and if we arrived an hour or so in, and looked like we had been there fore a long time, then no one would question us.

It was 7 by the time we had finished with the owner of the hotel, and so we had an hour to get ready before we were going to arrive at the party, fashionably late. I retired to one of the rooms of the hotel, which the manager gave us for the night (we paid for it of course) and started to get ready. People who know me will know that I don't have the most skill in the world at getting ready, but with some straighteners I borrowed from the lady in the room next door and a little makeup and jewlery I had picked up from the shops earlier, I didn't look too bad!

As I came out of the room, I saw John, who had put his tuxido on in the bathroom, so as to give me the time to get ready in private. I litterally had my  breath taken out of me. He looked stunning! What was more amazing, is that he told me I looked beautiful! He held out an arm and we travelled on foot to the place where the party was being held. A large building with the kitchens around the back. The manager of the hotel was right, there was no one guarding them, and we managed to slip in the door.

Suddenly out of no where an attendant appeared. I leant heavily on John's arm, and giggled. "I am sorry sir" he said to the attendant "She wanted to go on a tour, and when she gets in this type of mood..." He looked a little skeptical, but only because he had described my feigned drunkeness as a mood. "Right" he told us "But I am afraid you can't be in here, please go back to the party". He motioned to some doors, and John half carried me through them as I smiled and waved at the guard in a general drunken manner.

As soon as we were into the main building, I sobered up, so to speak, and we got to talking with the people who were there. We asked about our parents in general conversation, and were told that they were great people, wonderful warrior for the "cause" whatever it may be. Dropping in a few subtle hints about the vault, John managed to catch the attention of a man called Sam, although he didn't seam to only have John on his mind. Although it may be big headed to say this, he seamed to like the look of me in the dress (which was, to be fair, absolutely beautiful!). I flirted and, for the second time in an evening that I had only been drinking soft drinks, pretended to be fairly tipsy.

Telling him, I would love to see this vault of my parents. Eventually, he decided that he could take us there. On the way, he explained all about what they were doing. Although they were very underground, some of their actions were more public. They would get canidates into politics, get them elected under false campaigns, and then when the time was right, and enough of them were in the right places, there would be a sudden move and the politiciens in every country of the world would, as one, take over world politics and declare that they were going to work together for a brighter, better future. The world would be a better place, with all politiciens in all countries working towards the single aim of improving the living conditions for the people in it. There would be no need for elections and lying politiciens any more, as people would be getting exactly what they needed out of the people in power, and there would be none of this exploitation of the poor countries by the rich etc, as the world would be unitied under one leadership. I couldn't believe this was what my parents stood for. I mean, it is a lovely idea isn't it? But it takes away everyone's right to choose, everyone's right to live under a regime they get a say in, and not only that, but there would be no escape from it. If someone came in and took charge, as has happened so many times in history, there would be nothing and no one big enough to stop them. Especially if they appeared to be sorting out the world's problems.

This society had been running for years, and there were now politiciens high up in every government in the world. The vault was where all thier details were stored. It was a stand alone computer, with every name and email of all the members of the society. If it was ever found out by their opposition, it was almost guarenteed that they would go missing almost over night. Some would be assasinated, some would simply dissapear, one thing was for certain, a lot of people would die, and it would be a blow that the group would not be able to recover from. Being taken to the vault was an extream honour, only bestowed upon us by virtue of who our parents were...

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More fun fiction
Current mood: loved

Getting to Haiti and back so quickly was going to be a challenge so we considered just going to Headingly with the money and telling the guy it was in Haiti. Just as they were discussing this, the phone rang, John picked it up and the voice on the other end said "Go to Haiti and find the exact location, you have another 24 hours to do this, if you don't your parents will die. See you 9am Sunday morning."

There was no other choice but to set off for the airport and try and find out what our parents had been up to when they were in Haiti, stopping briefly at my house to get a passport and some photos of my parents first. We got to gatwick and found a flight that would get us there at 9pm that evening GMT, or 4pm in the afternoon local time. The flights cost a lot of money, but John said that he was able to pay for them. His parents had set up a trust fund for him of just over £2 million that he recieved on his 18th birthday, and most of it was in tact still.

We jetted off and spent the long flight getting to know each other a bit better. Turns out we had both been up to a lot of different things since we were 4 and 7. He had just finished a course in History at my uni, the University of Leeds, and so knew Headingly as well, if not better, than me. He had even stayed in Lupton halls for his first year. We talked for a long time about what he had studied at uni, and I found it all fascinating. What was more suprising is that when I said I was studying computing and he started to ask me about it, I realised that he knew exactly what he was talking about, and was actually interested in what I had to say. He told me how he had a lot of friend in the computing department when he was at uni, and picked a lot of things up. We talked for hours and hours about everything and nothing, both of us nervous about what was happening to our parents but niether of us feeling the need to voice such a concern when there were so many other things to talk about. When I got off that flight I felt like we had stayed in touch for all those years and I knew him as well as I could ever know him. I also knew that I was very close to falling in love with him. What I didn't know, however, is whether he felt the same way!

We got to Haiti, and then realised that we had no idea where to go next! Trying to remember back to what our parents had said about thier trip here last year, we tried to think what hotels they had stayed in. I got the feeling it was something breeze, and John thought that there was Ocean in the name of his parents somewhere. Going to the enquiries desk at the airport, we presented the helpful lady behind the desk with our rather odd request for all the hotels in the area with either "Ocean" or "Breeze" in the name. We found no less than 31 hotels, but the most promicing looked to be the "Red Ocean Breeze Hotel". I asked the lady at the desk why it was called Red and she told me that there were rumours that there were links between that hotel and American Communists during the Cold War and many of the most prominent ones had come to stay there while they were being persecuted by the American government. This had made it very popular with left wing people from around the world, and, although the name had just been the Sea Breeze after the war was over the owners renamed it the Red Sea Breeze, as this is what it had become known as.

We set off on our long hot journey through Haiti to get to the hotel. Wierdly enough, the hour journey seamed to pass slower than the 5 hour plane journey had. I think it was the heat that made time go so slowly...

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I am bored of real life! None of the following is true!
Current mood: creative

This morning I got up and the strangest thing happened. I went outside and suddenly this guy came up on a motorbike. He was looking quite sharp and I was really suprised when he pulled over and called my name. I went over to chat to him and he told me his name was John and he knew my family when we were little! I thought this was great, as he was really cute. He had the motorbike, but he didn't subscribe to the whole "I am gross" image that some bikers do. He had nicely washed, long, dark hair and was wearing a very stylish leather jacket with some dark jeans. I was impressed, it looked really good.

He told me that he had seen me leaving the house and had to talk to me about something. I was vaguely remembering him from when we were younger. Our parents were quite friendly when he was 7 and I was 4, which makes him 22 now. His family had moved away about a year after our family had moved into our house, and I hadn't seen him since.  He asked me to come with him as he needed my help. I was very reluctant, as I hadn't seen this guy in 15 years, he had definately grown up since then and I didn't know into what sort of a person. I asked him to come inside and said I would make coffee. Work would have to wait, he seamed quite agitated.

We went indoors and I put the kettle on and made us both cups of tea, mint for me, and builders tea for him. We sat down in the lounge and he started to tell me what was wrong.

Strange things had been happening at his house in St Marys for weeks. Things kept moving about, as if someone was searching through them, and not remembering quite where they had been when they put them back, but nothing importaint was taken, except his parents had said they couldn't find some letters. People had started coming to the house in the last couple of weeks and watching them through the fence. They owned a very big house, and so this wasn't that  unusual. People are fascinated by wealth, and they had wealth, however it was just happening more and more, and they thought they kept seeing the same man, but couldn't be sure as he was always dressed differently (a suit one day, jeans and a t-shirt the next, bright shirt and some shorts the next) and people don't normally change their style so often, so they thought they were just being silly and paranoid. Yesterday though, John's parents had gone missing, and he had found a note telling him to come and find me and we would recieve the next instructions if we went to Curiosity coffee shop in town.

I weighed up what he had told me, and decided that he could be trusted. I mean, he needed my help and my life was lacking excitement at the moment anyway! With a quick prayer to God to scream at me if I was doing the wrong thing I said I would help him and we set off to Curiosity. He had a spare helmet for his bike, and although the morning traffic was heavy we got to town before 9am by weaving in and out of the queues. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed riding a motorbike, I hadn't ridden one since my father sold his when I was 12.

Waiting in Curiosity I had my second hot drink of the day, which was a bit of a record for me, as I never normally even have one! As I finished my drink I needed to go to the bathroom. I walked into the little one at the back of the shop and found a big brown envelope with mine and John's names on it. If John had been lying just to get me here, he had planned well! There was no way he could have planted this after we arrived. This was all becoming just a little too real. I took the envelope back to my seat with John and let him open it. Although it was addressed to both of us, it was his parents who had been kidnapped so I was going to let him take the lead. Plus, he was older than me, and a guy, so it only seamed natural.

The envelope contained, not only pictures of his parents tied up, beaten and with todays news paper sitting on thier laps, but mine too! This was all far too real now, and I didn't want this to be happening any more! There were instructions with the photo "Get £1million and the location of your parent's joint vault to Headingly Stadium in Leeds before 9am tomorrow morning, or I kill the first hostage. Go to the police and I kill the first hostage. I am not bluffing, I have 4 hostages, if you don't do what I ask I won't hesitate to kill one of them."

John was livid, but he realised that there was no way out of this other than to get the money to whoever it was who was demanding it and go to the police afterwards. The only problem was the location of the secret vault, neither of us knew where it was, or even what it contained. The very idea of my parents having a secret vault seamed absurd to me, what on earth would they hide there? We were going to have to find out, and quickly!

I rang work to let them know I wouldn't be in today, this was clearly going to make me more than late and we went back to John's house to try and figure out where our parents vault might be. We figured that the easiest way to work it out was to find a location that both our parents went to. It was a long shot, as they may not have visited it in many years, and any visits to the same parts of the world could just be coincidence, however, it was all we had to go on. We went through every holiday we knew our parents had ever taken, and found that the only place where they had both holidayed was Haiti, where my parents had holidayed last year, as had John's. In fact, it would appear that they had both been there at the exact same time, between the 20th and 30th of June 2005. This looked promicing for the location of the vault...

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Sooo... I haven't blogged for ages
Current mood: groggy

And recently all my blogs seam to be starting with this sort of thing. This is possibly an indication that I may be loosing interest in blogging, but never mind! I don't manage to keep my interest in many things for very long.

For example, the work I am doing, I have no only not done anything... well this afternoon really, which started at 2 and it is now 3:54, but I have posted 2 bullitins on this, checked both Chris and Kieran's blogs, commented on Kieran's blog, and spent long times readinf things on here.

It is possibly worth mentioning that this is the first time I have ever used IE to add to this blog, and it is quite exciting. MySpace was obviously designed with IE in mind, it looks sooo much better in this. Not enough to make me use IE to access it at home, but there is a definate improvement!

Anyways, what have I been up to? Well I have had a fairly exciting couple of weeks (has it really been that long?). 3 major things have happened:
1) Momentum
2) Reading
3) My birthday!

Okay, lets start at 3, just to be different!

My Birthday!
Okay, its official! I am now 19! This is both good and bad in my oppinion. It is good because I got lots of presents and cards and sparkly pretty things, which is always fun, but it is bad, as in less than a year I will be 20!!!!!
I know a lot of my friends (especially those at uni who are nearly all 20+) will disagree, but 20 is, to me, old! You are no longer a teenager, there is no more excuse to have no direction, no idea what you are going to do in life. Your 20s is, to me anyways, the time of your life that you use to get married, settle down, have a family etc. I am ready to do none of those things. I feel a little like I have a year to prepare for the rest of my life, and I should have been doing this for a long time previosly. I feel a little like I feel like I did 3 days before my philosophy exam when I realised that I should have been learning Philosophy all year, and now I didn't know any of it and I only had 3 days to put it right. However, whereas the course of action to take then was obvious (to cram like I had never crammed before) now I feel a little lost. I don't know what I should have been doing, I just know I haven't done it. Maybe I should have been networking, building up a whole load of people who would help me achieve my goals in later life? Maybe I should have been setting said goals? Maybe I should have been trying to attract guys who could become my husband? I have been doing none of this. I have bacically been spending my life dossing! I don't mean I have done no work, cause I have, I have got good grades in school and stuff, but I don't feel I have done any of the other things. I feel I have just scraped by on what was necessary (the good grades) without doing anything that might benifit me further?
On the plus side though, I got lots of sparkly pretty things ;)

Reading
As well as sparkly pretty things I got tickets to Reading, which was absolutely awesome! I am not going to run through all the bands that I saw and give a review, as there were a lot, and they were all pretty cool. I will say that I got to see Placebo and they rocked!!! Although rather dissapointingly Brian Molko is starting to look a little like Boy George... I think it is mostly cause he has shaved his head. This is not, in my oppinion, a good look! I don't mind one bit guys who have a bit of the adrodgonous (sp?) look going on, in fact a lot of the time it is a good thing (if done well!), but Boy George has definately never done it for me. I think it is to do with my aversion to girls with very very short hair (it does look good on some girls, but a lot of the time, I don't like it) and I figure that if a guy is going to go with girly, he should have nice hair. I know why Brian Molko has done it, he is going bald, and I guess it is better that it looks like his choice, but I think that he was a LOT sexier in his younger days, when he had the cool bob! I was looking at him on the big TVs at the sides of the stages, and I was thinking, wow, his face is still beautiful, but his hair just ruins it!
Anyways, what else happened at Reading. I didn't get drunk! I had one bottle of alcopop (okay, it was a ltr bottle, but still, that isn't very much really is it?) over the whole weekend. That was on the second night when I sat with jamie Anderson and some of his friends chatting and stuff, which was nice, but I hardly knew any of them. I think if I went again I would definately try and get some of my friends to go with me. Rosie (my sister) and Danielle (her friend) were there, which was cool, they were both really good, and we would go into town together most days, but I would like it if there were friends of mine there. I think I would have had more funa nd relaxed a bit more.
Coming back was stressful, and overmy birthday, so I didn't really get a whole day to celebrate this year, which was a bit annoying. I did the whole family thing the next day though, which was nice enough.

Momentum
Momentum was also really really good. I mean, there were a lot of things that I needed to get sorted at momentum in the time I was there. I must admit I went in thinking "Right, the earth is going to move and there is going to be a big change in everything" and it didn't, and there hasn't been, however, I do feel now a lot more able to go out and be a Christian. I feel less bad about the times I messed up last year, and the fact that I will mess up again this year.
For all who don't know, Momentum is a big Christian Festival which happened just before Reading (I had one night in a bed in between!). It is a gathering of Christian students who come from all over the country, although admittidly mostly from the southern half, and gather for a week of being in a nice little Christian bubble. It is a really awesome holiday, especially for people like me, I suspect, who don't come from Christian homes (particularly). It is a time to take a few days out, camp, have fun and talk to God. The general schedual was get up around 8ish, go to a seminar (they were on lots of different subjects such as healing, prophesy, spiritual depression, singleness, they even had one on sex, but that was for married couples only!) at 9:30, then go to worship at 11 which would go on till about 12:30 I think, get lunch, more seminars at 2 and 4:30, then evening worship which would start at 7 and rarely finished before 10, after that there was stuff going on till about midnight, and we quite often went back to where we were camped to pray and stuff (especially to pray for prophesis for everyone) and then went to bed and did it all again the next day! It was very fun, although very tiring!

Right, I think that concludes my post for the moment, I need to do some work really! If this gives me an error message I am going to kill it!

Currently listening : Different Class By Pulp Release date: 27 February, 1996

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Haven't done this in a while
Current mood: drained

Okay, so I have been a little lax on the blogging front but then so has Kieran, and I think we have the same excuse (and he still hasn't rectified the situation!).

Anyways, it has been an absolutely crazy week, and now I have completely burnt out, which makes very little sense, as I have been sleeping pretty properly. Although I guess I have had some pretty crazy dreams. They don't have any theme apart from stress. I can't remember last night. I know I woke up in the middle of it, but the first stressful dream was of someone stealing my vodka, the second of being moved into a room with room mates at uni, the thrid was trying to find out the father of my baby (and knowing someone else knew) and the last one I can remember has been trying to escape from a concerntration camp with a whole load of other people and them just no co-operating. So they have been getting worse, but the fact that I can't really remember my dream last night indicates that they may have stopped... that would be good. The stupid thing is that I can't think what might be that is stressing out my subconciounce (apart from my total inability to spell of course, but that is nothing new). Never mind, I am sure I will get over it.

Other than that though it has been a really really cool week. Spent a lot of time on the beach, which is always good, and a lot of time just bumming around doing not a lot, which is also good. To recant the whole week here would take an age, so I shall leave it up to the photos on Kieran's (www.kieranoshea.com) website to tell the tale.

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