Woy is the most amazing, incrediblest, sweetest guy on earth. Really. And I could launch a whole explanation of why I say so and I have started doing so in an earlier draft, but I am too tired and I don’t have the words to try and explain now. atm, words are woefully inadequate to explain.
/me smiles
I’ll try to give you some idea about it in a later post.

I am sitting here in a towel. Freezing my freaking ass off. But whatever. I haven’t blogged in ages, so here goes. Damn PMS. To hell, quite frankly.
/me sighs
And I’m not evern sure whether it is that. Most probably. But whatever.
It’s like I’m top of the world one moment and down in the ditches the next. Maybe it has something to do with the music I’m listening to lately. I should try listening to something different and see whether that helps. The church service over the radio tonight was all about being positive, so maybe I should try that too. I’m willing to try a whole lot of things that I would’ve laughed at a couple of months ago. But whatever. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I had quite a scary encounter with a thumbtack earlier today (lol yeah, sounds funny I know). There were three or so lying around on the table at Youth (we had been using them to put up posters) and Freddie (the dude I usually hang around with. Him and Pieter. But Pieter wasn’t there today, so whatever) started ’sword-fighting’ with them. Then we were told to sit down and I took my thumbtack with me. That was a mistake, I tell you now. You try concentrating on what the pastor is saying while you are constantly thinking the type of thoughts I was and while you’re holding a thumbtack in your hand. Yeah. I started fooling around with it, but didn’t really prick hard. Thankfully, one or other of the other guys came up to me, took it and started joking around with it. And, even though this guy usually irritates the wits outta me, today, I was quite glad he was around. But yeah. Dont ya’ll worry, I’m okay now. No damage done. And I have learnt to stay away from sharp objects when I am down like this. Lesson learnt.
Damn I need to stop thinking like this. I need to get rid of these thoughts. And stop doing things like fooling around with sharp objects. Even if it is only a thumbtack. When you drop a pebble in the water, the ripples only get bigger.

But whatever. I am in a really good mood atm (I was talking to Woy a while ago : P ) and I don’t feel like morbid thoughts such as the ones above. Hm. Praise and worship is so cool lately. We got drums, keyboard, guitar, bass and singers. Really cool. The Youth are supposed to have their own songs, but I always sneak out to go to the other praise and worship. I usually go sit in the back to the right, where the African people usually sit to make it easier for them to go out when they go to the English service (after praise and worship) in the room next door. It’s really cool there. Now, just so ya’ll don’t think I’m racist or anything, please take note that I am a white person who is considered black. Almost all my friends are black, I listen to black music (well, that and rock : P ), etc. So don’t call me racist, please. Now, I often find that a lot of the white people in the church, just go there cuz they feel they should. Or maybe they just can’t sing. Or whatever. But only about half of them sing.
But on the side where I usually stand, it is so freaking cool. In my opinion, all black people can sing. And they definitely sing in church. It is so cool standing there, singing and praising God with all these other gorgeous African voices around you. African people have this way of singing that is just so gorgeous.
And I think they like having me there. There is one dude who always greets me and talks Afrikaans to me, even though I can’t always understand. And they all always greet me, smile and then move up so I can sit with them. It’s really cool.

Okay. It is now the next day. I wrote all of the above yesterday, but got kinda distraced before I could finish. Damn today was long. I was supposed to ge up at arund ten past five to talk to Woy, but I overslept till like quarter to six. I guess I must’ve shut the alarm clock off by accident in my sleep. I felt so bad for making him get up and wait for me like that.
/me smiles
And yes, he did wait for me. He is so incredibly sweet.

My word, politics are just way too much. I am going to go live on a deserted island and become a cranky old woman. I’ll keep a set of ten guns and shoot at anyone coming to my island unless they’re waving, like, a white flag or something. And only go to town once a month for supplies. And, in twenty years or so, the little children will point and say “Mommy, who is that old lady with the long hair?” and the moms will shush their children and tell them that I’m just a crazy old lady who doesn’t like people. But whatever.
Agnes and Yoli seem to be fighting for some reason. When Agnes got to lineup this morning, I had been standing with Yoli, but then went to the back to greet Agnes. I thought that Yoli would come too, but she didn’t. I did think it was kinda weird that she didn’t greet Agnes, but didn’t think much of it. Then, in LO, she came up to me and handed me the keys for the locker (her and Agnes share a locker) and told me to give it to “your friend.” I thought the wording was a bit weird, but whatever. And throughout the day, it just became more and more apparent that the two were ignoring each other for some reason. Which is really weird, since they’re really tight.
Agnes claimed that she was feeling sick the whole day long. Yoli frowned at some point and asked me what was up with Agnes, then ignored her and talked to Nomsa and the rest for the rest of the day. I kinda gave up on themall by the next period. Then, Natalie, bright spark that she is, confronted another girl about the nonsense that she was getting herself into involving guys, parties, sleeping around, etc. Not the best of ideas. I do agree that someone had to do something, but she could have been a whole lot more tactful. You could’ve cut the tension in that room with a knife. ALmost everyone was ingoring someone else and pretending that life was all good. I am one of those unlucky people who pick that kinda stuff up. And it really upsets me. So I went to sit by Ruben and Astrid in the corner and turned up the earphones on the pc I was using real loud. And pretended that the rest didn’t exist. Science was okay. I stayed in at break, since Aggie was still feeling sick, so I explained some of the stuff to her and now she finally gets it. That put her in a much better mood. Then English. Bored my ass off. Then came home. At least no-one is mad at me, I guess. I have a free pass when it comes to who I’m friends with. I’m at peace with everyone and therefore I get to sit with anyone, regardless of the politics. But it still sucks majorly to see a couple of my close friends fighting.
But whatever.

/me sighs
These cramps aren’t helping either. When I was little, I used to sit on my bed, hold my tummy and sing when my stomach hurt. I usually sang I’m a Barbie Girl. Gimme a break, I was young and without taste back then. I wonder whether it’ll work for period pains. No harm in trying I guess. It’s not like it can make the situation any worse : P But I don’t think I’ll sing that song in particular (duh). lol. I dunno.
/me sighs
Whatever. Don’t worry, my mood is actually pretty okay. Even though you might not think so if you read all of that. But whatever.

Wow. Regardless of what we all pretend, racism is still a pretty touchy issue around SA. It’s especially hectic to debate in Afrikaans. I think everyone is just upset about it but it’ll settle eventually. If everyone will just stop thinking that everyone is making stupid assupmtions and being racist. The afrikaans people think the black people are overreacting, the black people think the white people are being racist. And I am stuck in the middle. At least I get to hear both sides ot the argument. I hear my friends on he one side and the teacher on the other hand. But whatever. Suck them all. Like I said up there: I shall go live on a deserted island where there are no people to make issues. So yeah.

Hm. Woy doesnt seem to be online atm. I am too tired to practice piano. And no freaking way I’m about to do homework right now. I’ll write some poetry instead.

~ by cravingoxygen on August 25, 2008.