A Curious Girl: Work work work (and Zana's Summer)

I did my English essay today, the one that's due in tomorrow, so unsurprisingly, it's shoddy and I'm going to get another crap mark.

Still, never mind, eh? I have at last got my computer back in my room, so this means no more waiting until people clear off to do my diary entries.

I read through some of the stuff I'd done ages ago, and I could hardly believe I'd written it. I've hardly written since August, because handwriting's much slower than typing, and my latest story, which I typed out on Clive's computer, was seriously not up to scratch. But some of the stuff I'd written ages ago was surprisingly good.

I've just read some Zana's Summer stuff: It was a novel I meant to write about some kids who get a pirate radio station going, and the lead singer of their band turns out to be a really shy boff type with estranged parents. I think it didn't work because the protagonist, one Michelle Thornton, was far too different from me, and having established her character I attempted to change her into someone more like me, a kind of Charlie clone, I think. The mistake probably (sadly) came when I tried to make her a Christian. Oh well.

Still, this passage amused me.

[Aunty Benjamina's problem slot]

“Today I discovered a blemish in my perfect looks. A disgusting pimple has engulfed my nose, a full millimetre in diameter. Everyone will laugh at me. There’s no way I will get a career as a model at this rate. Please help me.

Worried, Parkwood.”

Well, well, well, Worried, I can see why you are in such a state. That first little blemish will unfortunately be the start of many. Your face will resemble a school pizza, your hair the school chip-pan, and your eyes will probably be bright with the sparkle of tears. But don’t dispair. This is a little thing called pu-ber-ty which is an uglifying process in order to reduce swollen egos. Instead of chaining yourself inside your bedroom, think of this as an opportunity to get out more and away from your mirror.

Apart from work and writing, I also went to church, which was good. The one thing that winds me up is that sometimes I am /so/ happy, I wonder why those twits just stand there with their arms in the air? Why, when we have an Earth as beautiful and wonderful as it is, do we have to shut ourselves up in a building when we sing about the glorious things God has done? It's irritating.

Still, good service. Six people talked about the way God had influenced their lives, and apart from whoever that annoying person is who keeps shouting out 'hallelujah' (I shouldn't say that, it's cruel, but still, it's how I feel) it just felt wonderful. "Jesus is my best friend" one of them said.

I had a pondering. It says in the Bible that no-one can say "Jesus is Lord" without the Holy Spirit. Of course they could say it, but it wouldn't be believable. I thought about whether they could make it sound believable without believing, and then I realised that people would be influenced by that profession as with a true one, so they wouldn't say that. Still...

JESUS IS LORD!

Ah, I feel better now :-) It's nice to know that even when I'm losing it, I still have the Holy Spirit. It's not like we always need to feel shaky hands, throbbing heart, awesome joy etc. to have the Holy Spirit inside of us. Sometimes we're quite unaware of him.

(Mum once told me she thought of the Holy Spirit as a her, but I think this unique little philosophy embarrassed her a little and she hasn't spoken of it since.)

Back to school tomorrow, and I so hope we don't have to do the Curie/Rutherford stuff.

I wish I had much more self-discipline. But, oh well, Jesus loves me and many others do besides, so I suppose I don't have to be perfect.

Still I'd better work a bit harder.

Chris and I met each other after the service, brimming over with energy. She said "How are you?" and I said "Heard from Adam?" at precisely the same time; seeing as my question was more imaginative, she answered first. Neither of us went to Afterchurch. Essays to do!!!

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