Knowing me, I'll probably get into bed at 11pm, and only get to sleep at about 1am because I'll be making trips in and out of bed checking this and zipping that and writing "CARA, REMEMBER TO:" notes on bits of paper and checking rechecking rererechecking books lists compartments taps keys locks windows

...yeah. Because I'm an OCD kid like that.

Hhhokay. Let's see what we've got on our hands.

Monday: Econs & GP

Tuesday: Maths ( *sings* I will go downnnn with this ship*)

Wednesday: International History, South East Asian History

Thursday: Literature

I can do this.

I will do this.

I...must do this cuz I've got no other choice anyway. :/

Today was nice- kicked off the morning with breakfast at McCafe with the cell kidz.

Our cell = awesome

McAnything = not so awesome.

So I was going to be all British and get a tea and see if this generic "tea" was the same as the "tea tea" that somebody's always on about; but they were out so I had the usual black java. Straight up, no milk no sugar.

"Okay guys move over and give a seat; Cara's back with her noxious black diesel" --> Lisa, whenever I arrive back at the DWL table with my usual black coffee.

So yeah brekkie. Gave the girls their cocoa handcreams and then we got Happy Meals and we started playing with the Ice Age toys and putting lighters to them, and talking about Lady GaGa's concert and if we should go and Manda wants to go dressed as Lady GaGa and "Just Dance"

omg

no

please

if you do I swear I'll put a P-p-p-poker in your Face.

Bilingual service was actually fun.

Before we went in, we had to get our temperatures taken by the ushers at the door, and they weren't using the conventional thermometers; they were using these Things that looked like Stormtrooper stun guns

and I didn't know.

So I stepped into service; and this unassuming-looking lady came up to me, smiling, and put this gun thing to my head

and for a second I was all "...omg. I'm about to be shot. In a church. Front page headlines heeeere we come"

but then she clicked the little trigger button and my head stayed on my neck and then I realized it was just a funky-looking thermometer.

So all was good.

We all smooshed into one pew for service, and it was twice as long as usual, because they would say one thing in English, and the translator would repeat it in Chinese, twas cool.

And honestly, at that very moment- standing there amidst the singing clapping general worshipful celebrating; I don't think I'd have wanted to be any place else.

Party in Ibiza? No thanks I'll stick to service in Christ Sanctuary.

I felt so. damn. loved. By God, friends...everything. everyone.

June passed around mints and they were cross-shaped, which I found incredibly funny.

And during the last song, June Manda and I were doing this impromptu little pitchfork semi-dance in the pews and I was half-curled up with laughter because the song sounded uncannily like "Fuck The British Army", only it wasn't, and was in Chinese.

And then sometime during the enthusiastic pew-dancing my bag must've fallen on the floor, because that's where my black bra ended up from where I had shoved it into my bag the night before I left for the Cragg's in case I might need it;

and after service Amanda goes "O_O OMG CARE THERE'S A BRA UNDER THE CHURCH PEW"

and I'm like "O_O THERE'S A BRA UNDER THE CHURCH PEW?! WHAT'S A BRA DOING UNDER THE CHURCH PEW?!?!"

and we both look over in consternation and Godly horror, with all these sacrilegious possible scenarios running through our heads and I realize "...oh. that's mine."

Lunched with the cell, discussed with Manda about how marriage/pregnancy is a v v scary thing and neither of us really want it; and formulated our backup plan to live together in some snazzy old penthouse next time and live on wine and good conversation and never have to see the sticky front foldup part of a nappy, thank you very much.

Bussed back with Debz and talked about faith/God/unconventional boyfriends/being on the fringe/drifting. It's kinda nice to have someone who kinda knows kinda how I feel.

Plus we both love obscure music/wear copious amounts of eyeliner/live...high so that helps with the whole "i know how you feel/we are sisters/ sisters; all the same" Mary J.Blige thing

but COURSE we're not "all the same" cuz we're damn rebels, aren't we, D?

Conventionality; chh who needs it.

...so yeah.

Today was a very talky day. I feel v deep and intellectual now kthx.

And now I intend to stay up revising for Econs and GP like the exemplary little girl in grey that I am.

So I go now, I go, I go.

I've written out a whole list of Things I Want To Do After CTs...and is it sad that I can rattle off every single thing from that damned list by heart; but can't remember in which order the Truman Doctrine, Iron Curtain Speech, Marshall Plan, and Kennan's Long Telegram came in?

Yeah thought so.

Adios, amigos.

xxx