elise is exhausted!
she was awake until 3.30am this morning.
she was watching tv while talking on msn while cutting and pasting and writing things for a friend's going away present.
she was awoken at 10.40 this morning by her friend smsing her to tell her that she would meet her in 40 minutes at turramurra station because they both had to work on stuff for the camp next week.
she jumped out of bed and showered.
she texted her friend to let her know she may be a little late.
she changed, checked her email and ate a banana.
she checked her phone, and her friend told her she could pick her up from home.
she waited for her friend, while getting ready to leave and checking things in dryer to see if they were done, and finding that they were not, put them on for another 20 minutes.
she found out from her father at this point, that people whose house she and family live in, (and have for past 7ish years) will sell house soon and they will have to find somewhere else to rent.
her friend came and picked her up and about 11.20, and they drove to the hop in kissing point road.
she stayed there and did stuff until 6 pm, when her sister's ex (kindly) came and picked her up to drop her home, because other methods of returning home were not available (or not allowable).
she had over the course of the day two cups of coffee, one tea, and two biscuits.
she stressed over the things she had left to do for friend's going away present (for the photo album part).
she enlisted her sister to cut out things for her.
she battled it out with the printer to print out photos for her.
she cut out photos and stuck things together.
she finally left for friend's house (at around 7.30, when get together started at 7) where dinner and movie and present giving would take place, along with time spent with homegroup buddies.
she (and sister) picked up other friend from tuzza, on the way to house in st ives.
she finally got there, feeling rather like she may never make it in the door, and would die soon due to lack of food and copious amounts of stress. and maybe a mental breakdown.
she made it in the door and collapsed. (after placing friend's present in other friend's room).
she said hello to people, chose dinner from menu (chef's noodle), and then went back to room to sort out rest of photo album, as other friend had some photos which needed adding, which required more cutting (except this was tearing as there were no scissors) and gluing, and re-ordering photos and writing and stuffs so that progression worked effectively and such.
she then went and talked to people and socialised...which was more like collapsing on couch and listening to people's conversations as they came and sat near her. she is a magnet.
she then ate dinner with everyone once it had arrived, along with other friends (who brought along a very cute baby).
she had satay noodles and was the only one who ate the whole box.
she was very hungry.
she held baby while others talked. baby was very, very cute.
she ate dessert.
she went to friend's room (with friend) to get presents for departing people as others went downstairs to watch movie (Bruce Almighty).
she and friend gave presents to soon to be departing friends, and watched with other friends as said presents were opening and browsed through with amusement and laughter. (and doilies on heads :P)
she made tea (and hot chocolate) for friends who wanted them, while friends watched beginning of movie.
she ate a timtam with her tea and watched movie.
she collected mugs and dessert bowl after movie was finished, took them upstairs and put them in dishwasher.
she talked a bit to friends and then said goodbye to some as they left...
she left not long after with sister and other friend to drop friend off and go home.
she arrived home, said hello to parentals and came on internet to check email and blog (and talk on msn to people).
she listened to coldplay while doing this.
she predicted that if she didn't fall straight to sleep once she reached her bed she would probably start crying from tiredness and stress and exhaustion from the day she had, (like she almost did at so many points during the night, but kept it together because she was at friend's house with lots of other friends and was trying to enjoy herself (which she did manage to do at some points, when she could distract herself enough. although being in presence of certain friend and not being able to say what she felt made it so much harder to keep tears in.)
she misses departing friend. not because of lack of meetings, but lack of depth in all conversation due to other people being around.
she wonders if she should just push all desire to tell friend how she feels to back of mind to prevent her saying anything ever. maybe the smarter thing to do seeing as friend will leave soon and nothing was going to happen. *cough*.
she thinks it may be too late after this blog is blogged.
she is too mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted to care, as she has gone rather numb and really needs sleep to prepare for next day, which will require more work to be done in regards to camp.
she feels stretched in all directions, and perhaps a little under appreciated for everything that she was doing for people today.
she is beginning to understand in the smallest possible way, how a life lived for others would completely wear one out, but is such an important thing. she is wondering if she has the guts to live it, and not need to be reminded that she is appreciated all the time, but do things for others regardless.
she is thinking she will try to appreciate people more, especially her mother, and to tell people how much she appreciates them and all they do for her.
she is telling people reading this how much she appreciates their input in her life over the past days, weeks, months, years or whatever. without you life would be less fun, less exciting, less memorable, less happy, less sad, less frustrating, less worthwhile.
she is thanking God for all the life she has been able to live, and the opportunity to share it with you. for the hundreds of thousands of blessings that He has given her, and the blessing you have been to her life. For the hard times and the easy, for all that He has given, and all that He has taken away. For the trials that make her who she has become, and the many trials to come that will shape her into who He wants her to be. For the joyful times which she will never forget. For the passions which seems to flicker in and out, and the opportunity to discover everything that this life has to offer her. For the chance to love others for everything they are, because He has made them that way. For the irrepressible joy when another soul finds the truth. For the assurance of infinite life that is to come, in which she will never be sad again.
(facebook, anyone?)
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posted by elise @ 12:12 am
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