Just to say- I rewatched the beginning of Doctor Who today, Amy is taken after the end of the first episode. She is flesh Amy by the time they meet up again in the TARDIS after the three month Silence hunt... so at some point after she shot the child she got taken.
Also, the telling the Doctor about the pregnancy was what the Silence suggested to her in the toilets- ‘what he must know’
And his death ‘what he must never know’.
I forgot about the whole post-hypnotic Silence suggestion thing- hence strange timing for pregnancy news.
I only stated yesterday. I was bored, and remembered you and Jai saying it was funny. That windscreen wiper bit made me giggle aloud though, and I got odd looks being in a room with family with head phones in.
I just love that part in Castle where the armed guy they're after drops onto the car bonnet... he looks at the sketch, looks at the man, then turns on the windscreen wipers and you see his face pushed across the window.
The thing that gets me is that we won’t have lunch times all together anymore. I can’t believe that school I’ve walked round for seven years isn’t mine anymore. I’m in limbo.
It’s about four months before university begins, I will not let myself do what I usually do in the summer and be too shy to get in contact, invite people over, meet up. We’re staying in contact, like it or not.
We must have a few big get togethers, we have birthdays ccoming up and such. But we must all make the effort, because the friends I’ve made over the past few years are too special for me to even comprehend leaving.
Let’s break the trend of losing school friends when uni ones are made. We can stay close despite the distance. After all, what’s the internet for? :)
It’s been amazing and I love you all. You’re all crazy.
I know, me too- I’m only seventeen. It’s irrational but it kind of feels like as soon as you leave school, you face university and grown up life and everything seems to go a lot faster. And I keep having the urge to write a detailed diary because I keep thinking when I’m eighty I’ll look back on this and not remember it. Irrational, but still scary. I don’t want to be a grown up, I don’t want to leave my friends… real life is scary.
sillywibbleface replied to your post: Germany for ten weeks, Italy for a year. Should be interesting. If they let me, rather than just saying ‘sssh. NO.’ Relatively normal children? I suppose it’s possible, but I bet they just pick up all our eccentricities and become doubly bonkers.
Ah, I suppose that is a risk. An interesting combination though? I reckon they’d all share the cake trait though. :)
Oo, Italy sounds good, if they let you go, I might have to come and visit you in the summer, obviously because I’d be missing you, nothing to do with the beautiful country you’d be in. :)
It was indeed the truth. I edited the email to say German and then thought about it until I sent it just now. I want to keep learning them all though and I can still learn French in the first year, and join the French club and go on the French trip and stuff so it's sort of all three anyway. It's just cause it will be easier to keep French up on the side, and I've been doing it for longest so hopefully it won't all fade away in my brain. And yes, I will sneak round and spoil everyone's children. As long as you can be a good influence on mine in return. (For some reason I keep answering questions in ask boxes. Not sure why, but never mind.)
:) Does that mean you’ll got to Germany and Italy for a year / 6 months or just one? I suppose it’s easier to visit France and just, pick it up there anyway.
Of course I’ll try and be a good influence. But hopefully in a way where they don’t run and hide when they know I’m coming because I’m ‘the strict one’ :). I’ll just have to write for them and make cakes and dresses etc. With both our influences your children might even turn out relatively normal. :)
There is a scene in this film ‘Bounty Hunter’ that I’m watching, where the man pull out a gun, says he’ll shoot a taxi driver, then picks up his ex wife and puts her in the boot of his car.
Families continue walking as if nothing had happened.
If that was England someone would have…
Speak for yourself Blumineck, I’d cold stab a bitch.
yeah, but if you’re a typical English bystander, then we’re all in trouble :p …
Ah, you never know, a few of us northerners might chance it. I can just see it now, man pulls out gun and attempts to kidnap lady, Cumbrian farmer shouts ‘are you alright love?’ before completely ignoring the gun and telling the man to leave the poor woman alone. Cue a string of other Cumbrians who would join him until he was completely bewildered and decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. See, who needs violence when you have unphased notherners?
I’m fed up of this whole conflict between Christianity and homosexuality. Why do people think homosexuals are condemned to hell? I believe Jesus preached that all people could be saved.
If you persecuted a homosexual person because of the fact they are gay, you are not obeying Jesus’ teachings. I believe it was the physical acts that appear to be mentioned with dislike, but so is sex before marriage. But I don’t see people jumping on the band wagon of condemning them.
Even if you disagree with it, Jesus said to pray for your enemies, not persecute them. Persecution is something he preached against, remember the adulteress who the whole town wanted to stone? Jesus showed them up, saying who ever is guilty of no sin can throw the first stone- everyone left, then he forgave her.
The message: none of us are perfect, we’re all sinners. We’re supposed to help each other through stuff, not persecute them. Why should they be condemned for their orientation, reguardless of whether they actually partake in acts specifically mentioned, when to do so is to disreguard, to quote, ‘the most important comandment’ of love one another?
I won’t make comments about the physical acts because I understand what it is like to struggle with understanding God’s will relating to it. But I will not persecute.
Jesus’ message was love, not hate, help, not condemnation. You shouldn’t condemn gay people, you should befriend them. Think how much more good you could do. You could help them to discover God and then when they meet Him, they can decide what to do about their sexual acts.
Mary Magdaline was a persecuted woman, condemned in everyones eyes, not worth the waste of energy it would take to curse her- but Jesus met her and loved her dearly.
We’re not God, we can’t make judgements. If we want to truely follow him, follow Jesus’ example. Love everyone. If God can call you to show mercy to murderers, adulterers and liers, why not gay people. And don’t make the mistake that just because someone feels attraction to someone of the same gender they are guilty of something. Many Christians are gay, it’s how they’re made. Only God can guide them with how to live their life for Him.
Surely all of this hate energy can be better turned to letting Christ shine through you and let them see Him. By persecuting you only allienate a lot of people who could get so much out of faith.
Persecution is not a message of God, love is. Please remember that. I don’t claim to know all, but I’ve had to think about this a fair bit- these are my conclusions.
Most people who actually follow me on tumblr probably won’t get this but I want to get it off my chest anyway.
This whole thing about faith, of course it rules me like nothing else ever could. It’s like a life source. But sometimes, I’m almost, embarrassed about it.
It’s hard to explain because although my heart longs to talk to people about it, to make it an everyday thing, a public, not private mattter, and yet, I was brought up in such a culture of faith being something you keep to yourself that I struggle to talk about it openly even with my family.
I just hope one day for a friend I can talk about these things with, it’s a journey I want to share with someone, I want support, help, and the opportunity to help others.
I know some of my friends are Christians, but still we barely talk about it. It’s strange, such a life changing thing and we hardly let it enter our conversation. And I thin part of it is a paranoia about offending someone. But how can the soul flourish if it’s stiffled, and you never know, they might be interested.
We let people of no faith impress their ideas upon us everyday and are shy about sharing ours. I just want to share my faith with someone, talk about it.
I love my friends, but sometimes I feel distant from them because I feel they don’t understand, or that I can’t talk as freely about something that defines me so much. It is mostly my fault of course, I accept that.
I don’t understand fully what my faith means to me. But I kind of want someone to share the discovery with me.
but it’s an important book. So persevere with your confusion anyway
Yeah I just get scared by these type of fundamentalist Christian groups. Because I can partly see where they’re coming from, but then small hypocracies glare out at me and then I become worried about whether my view is right and it all becomes a tangle.