i
cant
wait
to
be
a
crazy
old lady.

i like orange. but i dont like temporary fillings that taste toxically of chai.



i have been reading garry mac's book, seven pillars of wisdom. seriously so great.

REST

i'm also learning to master time.

yesterday i sat in the van, on the edge of a cliff overlooking a river. directly in front of me was a great snowy mountain. and i just sat there in the bed i had made in the back with unnessecary amounts of pillows and blankets, reading and watching the rain and snow fall around me.
i am at PEACE







there is a bike i really really want to buy. its vintage and lemon and it has a great basket on the front that i would fill with happy things.
but im tossing up whether it is more important than buying a laptop. which is pretty important. but a bike would be great.
who knows?



Today i sat down and wrote down all of my dreams. it was the best thing. i get pumped when i try to create a picture of my future but know that god has further more in store.








jesus came to end all striving.
i am finally figuring out the difference between the new and the old covenant.

naice.

i have been having a really hard time at school this year, with friends and what not. i feel like the devil has just tried to attack one of the only attackable parts of my life.
but recently i came to know the importance of praising God in all circumstances. nothing externally has changed yet. but everything internally has.

YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH
im happy.

i hate to be a negative nigel buut there are several things in life that i would go as far as to say that i hate.

i hate bunches of flowers.
i hate crowds.
i hate unresolved problems.
i hate new cars.
i hate disorganisation.
i hate spontaneity.
i hate texting.
i hate having short hair.
i hate negative comments.
i hate sarcasm.
i hate maths.
i hate missing out.
i hate bad grammar.

BUT i love hairspray, and all other musicals except for jesus christ superstar.
i also love singing at the top of my lungs. and speaking in different accents.
i love writing essays.
i love painting.
i love learning (everthing except maths)
i love talking.
i love drives home with karly ryder and jess cavanagh.
i love world cup fever.
i love going on long pointless and unnessecary walks.
i love writing blogs and not caring whether anyone will read them or not.

i was just admiring how brave it was of emma steer just to cut her ponytail off and thinking that i would never be brave enough to do it to mine...nek minnit.

God's picture.

they say if you are painting from a picture that you should turn both your canvas and the photo upside down so you become less attached to the thing as a whole and instead focus on getting the details exactly perfect.

you
cried
wolf.

my hands have got cramps

i woke up this morning at 8 and didnt stop playing till 12.

i had to go pick up six wedding bouquets today for a photoshoot they are having at mums work. i was walking round the great town of rangiora with lots of flowers and it made me think; i could totally picture myself being a wedding planner one day, or an events manager or something.
you know how you see those movies with the chicks that hustle roung the big city always on their phones organising stuff? i could totally do that.
only for a bit though. i know god has bigger plans for me.
and besides, i couldnt handle being that busy my whole life.
but itd definately be fun.

consider it crushed.

i changed a culture in my art class yesterday.

just by using my voice, i turned it around from being a totally negative environment to one that uplifts.
last week at elevate, greg talked about how jesus changed cultures and it wasnt always in the nicest/more comfortable of ways.
ie. turning up tables in the temple.
(great alliteration larissa)

so i got inspired, and walked into heart and crushed that badboy. not in my own strength, of course.
but god empowered me. and im glad he did.
i could quite happily make 'culture changing' a hobbie of mine.
in fact i think i will.