i love how when you have friends you turn into each other...like how Naaaami now tells people outright that she wants to be friends with them- nay BEST friends (you will die before you get Amy and David says he is next in line).  Me and Nomble realised the other day we have a list of people who we genuinely want to hang out with- and be best friends with- allof whom NEVER will return the sentiment-

1) Don Miller
2) Dar Williams
3) Ani Di Franco

(only people with three letters in their names).

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo going to see Dar tonight, armpits ready and fully prepared to fight to the front so i can try to touch her and thus become her friend.  Lucky lady. Actually cab't contain excitement- Dar this week, Regina the next- then the world, (mine and Dar). here is to road trips to Glasgow, stocked with smokes and hopes.

amen.
debOrah 

and yet i am content sat in bed poncing around on the internet.

this is not the way to become a doctor.  Thats not the end of the world though- i have a beautiful best friend who writes me 8 page a-4 letters telling me off- sometimes you need that.  Really.  She also writes good emails- "Id blog it if i had one"...Take it that means you dont mind me blogging it for you?

was enjoying the clearness of the water in the pool ahead of me; the fact you could see all the way to the bottom. but i could never look straight down and enjoy the stillness, as the water around me was rippled and 'spoilt'. whenever i reached the beautiful spot it was gone. i think life is like that water- whatever we plan we envisage as perfect, calm and still, like the untouched water. but when we actually reach that point, because we are in it, living, the water is full of the ripples we create. the ripples are not failure and  its not about not carrying the ripples with us, as just by being alive we create ripples. its about realising that the ripples are ok, and not being disappointed that we never reach that place of serenity. it was a beautiful image.

-debs. and amy. well... more amy than debs.

Isn't it cool when you can go for coffee with someone that you haven't seen for over two years, in the middle of Oslo, and it be the most normal thing in the world?! 

I met up with a special friend from my gap year (I did something called a DTS.... www.ywam.org) last week for a few hours whilest I was visiting Norway with my family.  It was so so so so nice!!!  We talked non-stop for three and a half hours and could have gone on for longer...friends are so special.

Nx

many beautiful things have happened over the last few weeks- part of me wants to write all about them and have everyone say 'wow you are so fun'- to vindicate me as a person... i think i need to get over that.  Some things happened which happen every year too- like going to watch showjumping in London with Wend and Dotty- and inevitably shouting at my mum in public...eating too much, not doing any work, BEING WARM- how incredibly novel- houses can be warm!!

As i knew would happen- Jack Bower has been trumped in my opn screen affections by King peter- jack can save his lines, because one day Peter is going to say to me (in a VERY stern voice), "when will you learn to do as you are told? .  Obviously, in REAL life it is still Prince Caspian i love, but i didn't just see him galloping towards the white witch on a unicorn, riding like a fiend and wielding a sword.

i just deleted a narnia rant.  it was a film, not the book. end of.

i think maybe i was a little bit too bothered anyway.

BUT...Mr Beaver treated Aslan very irreverently- as if he knew him- when really Alsan was this fantastic hope for all of them, which everyone feared but loved- (well all the good Narnians anyway)...no one knew quite what he was up to, or hwere he was, but the woods were whispering "Aslan is on the move".

the unbearable kitschness of christmas...i always rant about how st andrews is a love-hate place for me, but i realised most places in the world are as well; when i go home its great, i get to see people i miss, my family, friends if they are about away from uni, or friends who live in mundatoo, i get to ride- i also get to remember all the stuff that 'home' represents, which is quite hard for me.  WHen i got off the train a few weeks ago one of the first things wend said to me as a throw-away comment was "you cant live in the past".  And you cant.  You probably dont want to.  As a half-hearted girl attempt to employ 'out of sight out of mind' i have stopped doing so many of the things i used to do.  Honestly a lot of it is because im just different now, i dont like the same music, or the same books, i have different dreams and different things make me 'alive'; but some of it has been a fairly strategic attempt to convince myself and others of my 'otherness' (absurd because they ways in which i have changed are usually the ways i totally dont even think about- change is usually subtle...).  I am taking a long time to say what really is very simple; the other day my friend was looking at this website which i used to think was funny when i was at college, i smiled politely and in my head thought how passe it was.  Tonight though, 700 words into my 2,500 word essay (due in yesterday) i am procrastinating.  The first article i read on this website was about my ultimate favourite book- milan kundera's 'Unbearable Lighness of Being', you should check it out- read about 'kitsch'.

Read it

Deborah and Clinton, and NATO, and why humanitarian intervention is BAD!!

Debs a few weeks ago told me she created a list of things that made her happy and i thought that sounded really hard to do.  There are things that i really like but what makes me really happy, what makes me feel alive?  At the moment there are defintely two things on my list...

-FRISBEE  It's been so long since i played a team sport and even though i still can't actually throw a 'disc' i'm loving it!  I love the fact that keeping fit can be fun, I love the fact that it's cold yet i don't care, i love the fact that its wet yet i don't care, i love the fact that i get muddy (not as much as i'd like) but i don't care and i love the fact that we feel so welcome even though we're rubbish...it's one of the highlights of my week at the moment.  It makes me feel happy.

-FAITHLESS   We went to see Faithless in concert on saturday night in Glasgow...we've been looking forward to it for ages and now it's over.  But...it was incredible.  I'm not sure i've danced like that for a long time, if ever.  I couldn't help it - the beat of the music made it impossible to stand still! I danced like no-one was watching and probably looked like a fool.  But I felt so alive...I couldn't help but worship and I couldn't help but pray. 

When singing words like 'I want more', how could i not lift up my hands to God, my King, and sing it to Him?  Song words move me in a powerful way, sometimes i don't even care about the music or the tune if the words are that good.  Some of the words that Faithless sing are incredible and stir something deep inside me.  I'm not sure i ever really understood before how you could worship and pray to 'non-Christian' music but now i get it.  I believe we are all made in God's image so i don't believe he is limited to showing little bits of who He is only through those that know him.  I danced, worshiped and prayed on saturday night led by a band that may or may not know God...a very new experience for me but I felt so alive - more alive than i've felt for quite a long time and it was so cool!

Faithless rock

Naomi x