The performance is convincing, we know every line by heart, only when no one is watching can we really fall apart
Stained Glass Masquerade, Casting Crowns

So I was having quite an interesting conversation with one of my friends about being raised in a christian home, we were both raised by christian parents and, although we both agreed we wouldn't change that given the chance, it can be a bad thing: When you're raised in an enviroment where you can quote bible verses on demand and have the parables drummed into you from five years old religion becomes a habit. It's painfully easy because you know all the right things to say and people are so easily fooled. This got me thinking about the above song, which I used to play on repeat, actually I used to play very little else, anyway this conversation lead onto the fact that you never really know what goes on in someones life, something I've realised over the past year...

What's my point? Christianity is easy to fake, a relationship with God is not, and there is a difference. Also, almost everyones life is more complicated than they let on... quite a short blog considering I havn't posted in a few weeks but there you go. :)

YUCK!

Today I sat down and started revising (This sounds far-fetched, I know, but it's a true story) for the looming highers. I was actually getting into it aswell. So I'm lying on my stomach on my bed, copying out Cicero notes quite happy with thoughs of passing exams, my parents not hating me, having a future, all that fun stuff that comes with exams, when a small spider seemed to decide I was having fun and he wanted to join me. I doubt you will ever meet someone in your lifetime more scared of spiders than I am. And this one was ON MY ARM! I have killed two spiders in my lifetime. One with a teapot one with my BARE FEET! (That's a downright lie, I was wearing Converse) Both times I spent about half an hour before steeling myself up for facing the spider. Both times I have spent over a week after feeling faint. I don't know why, there is a small part of me that knows that a spider is not going to hurt me, part of me knows that I am 100000000 times the size of that spider. However they have EIGHT LEGS! I don't know if that was some sort of nuclear genetic malfunction that happened millions of years ago but it just doesn't seem natural to me! THEY HAVE EIGHT JEFFIN' EYES! Anyway, back to this afternoon, it soon became clear that me and the spider could not co-exist in harmony, as I was the pathetic one I decided to gracefully let the spider have my bedroom. I went out to the hallway and, as you do in such a situation, jumped up and down and screamed for a few minutes, I poked my head round the door and discovered that my friend had gotten lost somewhere in the mounitain of books, folders, highlighter pens, and other smart-person paraphernalia that occasionally makes an appearance in my life. Armed with my trusty Converse I began to search, I considered going to get my father, a man who has killed many the Boris and Henry (He likes to name spiders before he kills them) for me over the years however I had not tidied my room in a while and anticipated the 'If You Live In Conditions Like This You Deserve A Million Spiders In Your Bed' speech. Instead I decided to interpret this as a sign that it was time to take a break from the 20 minutes studying I had gotten done. The situation currently is: I am typing on the computer, stopping to shiver and slap my arms and neck every five minutes to kill the spiders my brain is conjuring up, the spider (I may name him Benjamin) Is chilling in my bed, guarding my phone, revision has been put on hold. Right...

Awesome texts.

So today I woke up to a lovely text from one of my friends telling me she had been converted last night, best way to start the day if you ask me :). Oh and the last text I got was from my sister telling me she is considering coming home for two weeks. All in all (Even though I was working) a pretty schwicked day.

What did I learn today? My boss is AWESOME! Despite working in a filling station for about 8 months now I have never really spoken to my boss, partly because she works in the mornings and afternoons and I work in the evenings and Saturdays, partly because whenever we ARE in at the same time I hide in the stockroom from her as I know I suck at my job and WILL get fired one day. Anyway today the first hour of my shift was spent avoiding her, however when I was reluctantly dragged out of my hiding place in the stockroom and forced to converse like a normal person we got chatting: I learnt that she is doing The Arctic Challange (I'll digress to admit here I don't actually know what that is. Google tells me it takes place in Norway? I may be a bit confused here, or maybe I have my facts mixed up?) Anyway, she told me she is scared of heights and edges, so to fundraise for this Arctic Challenge she is going to do a charity skydive. Obvious thing to do, no? People who have skydived are right up on my list of 'Awesome' along with people who live in New York, higher than people who play guitair but lower than people who can speak ASL. One day I'll do all those things. :D

In case you're wondering (I can't see why you would be but anyway) The picture actually is one of me and my friends, (I'm on the far left) taken last sumer on a beach in Uig, not just some random picture of google images that I liked. I considered putting the original picture up as the unedited version is just as cool (Maybe more so) as that one but it got lost amongst the some thousand various photos taken that summer of the trips to Glasgow, Frenzy, Italy, Oswestry, Skye, Inverness, and the random bits in between, all of which are in the same file. An example of poor file management, Mrs Morrison would be dissapointed in me.

So..

So I've gone and made myself a blog for a few different reasons, one, it seems like the cool thing to do these days, (Dollag, Paul, Daniel I'm looking at you guys) Two, I have this need for the whole world to hear my opinions and since I'm off Facebook for the now I'm missing out on that which will not do at all, also my aunty and sister have decided I should 'Become a writer, or failing that, start a blog' as my Facebook entertains them when nothing good is on TV.

So what do I have to say? Well Had an pretty good weekend last weekend with Battle Of The Bands and Back communions, Sunday night in particular was amazing but I'm still trying to sort though that in my head so I won't go into detail. Apologies to the residents of Laxdale Lane and North Street (And a few places in between) If your property/pets/children were damaged today as I was having a particularly bad driving lesson. Oh and on the last day of school I was told if I didn't get a first draft of an essay into my English teacher I would be referred to the head of English so I frantically wrote (What I thought was) a crap essay in Admin and RMPS, and handed it into her with about five minutes to spare, I just got e-mailed the corrected essay with this note:

I really enjoyed this essay, Kirsteen – a lovely, thoughtful and very honest read. It’s mainly grammatical errors that I’ve noted. I think this is a strong piece already. Good work.

Which if I'm honest is probably the nicest thing I've ever had written (Or typed) on a piece of work handed back to me so that was lovely. :')

That is literally ALL I have to say, I never keep anything up so don't be surprised if in a month this is my only post.