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Thursday, October 19, 2006
I think God truly does work in wonderful ways. On my way through The Den some guy had a shirt on that had some really intense God-slogan, and my friend and I had a laugh about how full-on his shirt was. Butyet, He's proven himself almighty ceaselessly, all the time.I now have a pet budgie. He's fat and white with a yellow undertone, and he's got a tinge of green on his underbelly and he's got red eyes, and his name's Eleanor El Bird. I know that Eleanor's a girl's name, but a friend asked if I'd name the bird after her and I spontaneously said 'Why not?'. And now I have a pet budgie. I will go buy him/her a cage and some feed in a bit, on the way back home. I only hope he's all right and well in the box in my car. Least the car's in the shade, I hope he's having a sound sleep, cuz he's had a rough day and he's probably slightly in shock.How apt is this timing? Just a couple of weeks ago I was pining for a puppy. The only factor that held me back from getting a puppy was the fact that no one would be able to take care of him when I go home in December; a puppy'g gonna cost heaps; I don't wanna get just any-ol dog, I want a Great Dane and my tiny tiny tiny flat is no place for a Great Dane; a Great Dane puppy'll cost me two months' rent probably. Did I say 'only factor'? And so I thought I was condemned to a life of loneliness. Til Diera chanced upon the poor lil birdie sitting alone in the back lane, all alone and gushed to me excitedly about it after spending the better part of an hour playing with it. I believe this is God's way of comforting me, that there is so much I can look forward to in the future, distant or near. In this perilous time where the next two weeks stand between me and the deciding stance of my future, I guess it's His way of saying that I'm not alone. Unless, of course, I return to my car and find Eleanor El Bird stone cold dead.It hit me this afternoon that I had just walked out from the very last lecture of my undergraduate life. It was a strangly liberating yet foreign feeling. It's like having your apron strings cut and being free to roam wherever you want to. Okie, not a very good example, is it?It's kinda like... You know when you finish high school? You go 'YAY!!! LIBERATION!!' But not really, cuz you've got junior college. And when you're done with junior college you go 'HOT DAMN! I'M GOING TO UNI!!!!' But now it's kinda like 'Shit, what do I do now?' It's all very very very odd, more so now that my laptop's crashed and I can only work from the uni library, and every night at home I'm always wondering what I can possibly do, when previously all I'd ever done was go online and there was always something I could do, like play online Yahoo games. Hmmm, that says a lot about my life, doesn't it? Well, enough procrastination, I jsut found out I have to put some water for my lil Eleanor El Bird the budgie, or s/he might just die. Oopsss... I'm outta here!!
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