Climbing

It turns out I don’t like Katie as anything more than a friend. This is good, because I really didn’t want to like her. I’d have gotten angry at myself because I have a nasty habit of falling for girls after they show me the slightest bit of affection.
Katie is now trying to set me up with her friend, but I’m really not interested.
Every week I go rock climbing, and every week I see the same people. Every week I see the same two girls. Yesterday, I went up to one of them and asked her her name. Her name is Kara. Kara and I talked for a while. We arranged to go climbing together some time.
The other girl turned up later, I spoke to her and I learnt her name is Amy, and yes she would like to go climbing some time.
When we finished, we left and I walked with Amy through town. We talked and we laughed and stuff like that. Then when she left, I turned around and saw Kara, and we walked and talked for a while, too.
All in all it was a good day. Now as I write this I am in school, waiting to get home so I may talk to my new friends.

sweet

Friday

I met up with Tanya. A girl in my youth group. We talked about a lot of things. We talked about Katie, her friend. Katie is a girl who I started talking to recently. I have a crush on her, and I think she likes me, too.

In the evening I went to my friend’s house, where lots of people from my church were having a party to celebrate the my friends’ birthday parties. They were born on the same day, what are the odds?

I didn’t speak to John.

Saturday

Today was the day of the talent show. We spent the day rehearsing at my church.

I didn’t speak to John.

Me and my co-presenter did a version of this act to kick off the show.

John and Heath are in a band. The winning act was invited to perform an encore.

John’s band won. We welcomed them on to the stage, and I hugged John.

Not a stage hug, a proper, friend hug.

After the show, I went around talking to everyone. Oscar had advised me to talk to Faye more, so I did. She looked totally disinterested. I walked away.

Sunday

I didn’t go to church today. I had to go to see my sister and her new house. We went out for a meal. Waste of a day, really.

plans

My plan for today was to meet up with 2 girls. I realized to my horror at one o’clock this morning, I hadn’t arranged a meeting time or place. I rang them both this morning. Both of them cancelled on me.

I sat around moping, and told my friend Katie over IM that she should feel sorry for me. I like Katie. I don’t know in what way.

I decided to ring Heath’s sister. She was too busy to meet up, but it turns out Heath had been trying to get hold of me all day. Me and Heath met up and saw a film, ate a Subway and just chilled.

The film was kinda bad and I wouldn’t recommend it. But it’s interesting. I was expecting to be a “player”, and ended up just spending quality time with my best pal.

I think it’s divine.

I’m watching Family Guy now. I love that show. Some moments just make me laugh hilariously. It’s distracting me from blogging.

On Sunday I spoke to Oscar to make sure he didn’t secretly hate me. He doesn’t.

Tomorrow I’m going to see John again. We still haven’t spoken. I’m nervous.

I felt uncomfortable watching this. I wanted to stop. I couldn’t. I had to keep watching.

 

There’s no one, there’s no one like Him

I went to Oscar’s house today.

We watched X Factor. Oscar’s family (bar Heath) was there, I was there, and the Cordis family were there. We had fajitas and cake because it was Sarah Cordis’ birthday.

I’m nervous about tomorrow.

Mark, my youth leader at church, wants me and John to talk things through with him there to mediate. It could go well. It could not.

I saw Faye today.

Before I went to Oscar’s house, I went to another house where my church’s creative team did some filming for the upcoming talent show. I didn’t speak to her.

Sometimes you feel lonely.

But why feel lonely? God loves you, and God never leaves you.

Some of my best friends went to Durban, South Africa, recently. While they were there, they did a lot of mission work. At one of the churches they were attached to, they sang this song.

Akekho Ofana Nojesu
Akekho Ofana Naye

Sahamba hamba
Lutho Lutho

Safuna funa
Lutho Lutho

Sajika jika
Lutho Lutho

Akekho Ofana Naye

Yeah, I like this song. It’s simple. It’s catchy. It’s beautiful and true.

There’s no one, there’s no one like Jesus
There’s no one, there’s no one like Him

I walk and I walk
Nothing, nothing

I searched I searched
Nothing, nothing

I turned around
Nothing, nothing

There’s no one, there’s no one like Him

Faye

It looks like I’m dedicating entire posts to people in my life.

That’s fine by me. This one is for Faye.

Faye is possibly the most important girl in my life. I really like her. You know what I mean.

When I met her, just over a year ago, one Friday evening, I told one of my best friends, Heath, that I thought I loved her.

Two days later he set her and another boy up. I was kinda gutted.

So, I did what I thought I ought to do. I told her how I felt.

Amazingly, it went well. I guess she felt pity, or something.

(Don’t get me wrong, she stayed with the other guy)

I’m particularly fond of one memory. A big group of us went to the movies. As we filed into our seats, Faye grabbed my arm so we wouldn’t get separated and sat next to me. On the aisle seat. Meaning her boyfriend-in-tow was forced to sit in the row behind. I felt rather smug. And embarassed.

That wouldn’t happen today. Now she’s single, and therefore has no “taken” status to hide behind. She knows I like her and is made very uncomfortable by it. She “doesn’t love me back and never will”, she says.

Sucks, really. But then, what can I do?

Just wait, I guess.

Yeah. That’s it.

Just, wait.

Trends

I’m part of a church youth group.

My friend introduced me to it. When I first joined, I began to hang out with people in the year below me. This is not because I’m a pedophile. This is because there were only me and my friend in my year, and he already hung out with these people. So, I joined him.

After a few months, though, I started to hang out with different people altogether. People a year or two older than me. I guess, because they were more mature, I felt more comfortable around them.

Then I started to hang out with people five or six years older than me. Because they were more mature, I guess I felt more comfortable around them.

Recently, at a garden party with most everyone from my church, all the little social groups kind of split up. These groups are mainly categorized by age. I found myself sat a table playing Taboo with the parents. Not because I’m lame and have no friends, but because they were more mature and I felt more comfortable around them.

I’m anxious to meet my friend’s Granddad, because I hear he is a very noble character.

Last week I went for a walk in a graveyard.

I’m noticing a pattern.

Should I be alarmed?

Should I be worried?

Shorter sentences?

All the time?

Patterns.

Pretty.

Bye.

x

Oscar

I’m co-presenting my church’s talent show this year, and my co-host and I met up today to rehearse our opening skit.

Imagine, if you will, how cringe-worthy it is to be in an empty hall, dancing karaoke-style to the Village People’s YMCA at full blast when Uncle Oscar walks in.

Uncle Oscar is, of course, not my uncle. I just call him that. Never to his face, though. He might get weirded out.

Instead, Uncle Oscar is one of my best friends’ dad. However, recently he’s become such a father-figure to me, I call him an uncle.

Surprising, really. I sometimes don’t understand why he puts up with me. After all, I have had a massive thing for his daughter for a year. And his niece.

And his other niece.

And his son’s girlfriend.

And his son’s ex-girlfriend.

…

Uncle Oscar is a very patient man.

What also amazes me is how open I am; how comfortable I am telling him my deepest darkest secrets – about his family.

In fact, we talk about my life a lot. He asks me how things are going. With his niece.

We joke about it. We make jokes about who is left in his family for me to have a thing for.

Oh well.

When you meet someone who is very patient, has a great sense of humor, cooks good food for you, and doesn’t mind you hitting on their daughter, make sure you treat them well.

turtles can fly

And here is why…

Allow me to begin by detailing an airfoil.

Actually, here we go.

Much better.

Now, lets look at a turtle.

And here’re the two side by side.

Look at the shell. They look like they have pretty similar cross-sections, right?

So far we have established that if we are to throw a turtle horizontally, very fast, it will generate lift.

Now, when we think of turtles, we think of their speed, or lack thereof.

We already know thanks to the Bernouilli principle how the faster an airfoil moves, the more lift it generates.

If we are to assume natural selection has taken place, then it is very likely that many turtles were tragically injured by running too fast (an effect amplified perhaps fatally by doing so into a headwind) and generating lift, then crashing into something.

I’m going to let you picture a flying turtle zipping around now.

Therefore, it is logical to assume the turtles that survived and reproduced were those wise enough to slow down and not fly around.

Think how different the world would have been if these animals had developed larger, flatter tails. They could have been used as propellers, or stabilizing rudders. Wouldn’t that have been awesome?!?!

Of course, if the same evolutionary process had happened to the tortoises, The Tortoise and The Hare may have had a very awkward falling out.

…

Thank you.

Ah, how nice to relate…

I go to a grammar school. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a high school where you need to pass a test to get in.

It’s meant to mean a higher overall preforming school – but all it really does is promote elitism.

Anyway, I’m in my fifth year and have had four different physics teachers. All I can say is, they saved the best ’til last.

My physics teacher is called Mr Bulson. He is simply a legend.

Yeah, he’s a typical geek and kinda weedy, but we love him all the same!

Seriously, he spends most of the lessons we have with him explaining crackpot theories, talking about his pastimes, or giving us headaches with complex number gibberish.

But recently we found out that he and his neighbor have built, in their spare time, a trebuchet, a laser cannon, and pretty much everything in between.

And just the other day, he jumped, from standing still, onto a three foot high desk. Turns out he has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.

Today, during a talk on projectile motion, he started talking about Half Life 2 and Far Cry. AND to make it better, he talked about the console! Oh, wow, the console. Like, only four people in the whole WORLD know about that.

Then, I got him into www.xkcd.com, a lovely little webcomic for maths folk. Seriously, go check it out. You won’t regret it.

I realize that all I know about myself is not what I have seen, but what I have been taught

Ever had one of those days where just one silly thing happens and it makes everything else count for nothing?

You don’t care anymore about all the great things that did or didn’t happen, only about that argument, that kiss, that moment – whatever it was.

I had one of those today. I’d been sensing my friend best friend was ignoring me. So, being a confrontational sort of person, I went over to him, tapped his foot with mine to get his attention, and said “hey”

He said “Sudy, don’t talk to me” and he shook his head.

This upset me. Well, duh! I love him to pieces (in a straight way) and I can’t even talk to him?

So I went over to his friend and asked if he had a moment to talk. He did, and we walked outside to talk. As soon as we do, John, my best friend, storms out and says “Just thought I’d join in on your conversation”.

I was glad. I was glad that he’d come so we could sort it out. But a youth leader saw he was angry and so came out to diffuse the situation. He sent John back inside and then spoke to me. The youth leader being there didn’t stop John from calling me a dickhead as he walked through the door.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind being called a dickhead. People call me far worse everyday. But John is so important to me, it cuts like a knofe to hear it coming from him.

What really rubs the salt in the wound, though, is the horrible feeling that it’s my fault. That it’s my big mouth that’s gotten me into this mess.

And to make things worse, I can’t talk to John and tell him that I don’t blame him, or that I’m not pissed or anything.

Oh well.

My friends, if you learn anything from this blog, please let it be this: your friends might just be the single most important thing on earth. Tell them whenever you can that you love them. Be honest. Be the best friend you can be.