bandwagons

one. Just as I will never fully comprehend the mystery of grace, I will never understand the mystery of how it is that headphones always manage to get themselves into almost irrecovable tangles.
two. I crack my finger knuckles on my chin. It's a contagious condition. I have already infected three others.
three. I don't know whether I am a morning person or a night person. I switch between the two, depending on when I went to sleep the night before.
four. Skies bring me a joy I can't explain with words.
five. I was a tomboy when I was little. That era lingers on in a dislike for high-heels and a perplexity by excessively high maintenance females.
six. If you've ever given me a handwritten note, I've probably kept it. Yes, I am a hoarder. But I also just love handwritten notes. I wish we could re-evoke the Joy of the Envelope and write letters more.
seven. I cry more than I wish I did. Whenever we climbed trees when I was little (every afternoon), I'd somehow always manage to get flecks of bark in my eyes because they were so wide, and I'd cry and run home. At least then the tears were triggered by something tangible. :p
eight. I start books and never seem to finish them.
nine. I dig Irish and Scottish accents. Like, seriously.
ten. My family used to go 4WDing in the desert for three weeks at a time. As a result, I have a passionate loathing for Deb and Tang. Passionate.
eleven. Music gets under my skin and makes things feel real to me.
twelve. I am prone to irrational infatuations. Andrew Hansen, James McAvoy, Chris Tomlin. They're only fleeting, and I'm not really serious. Although...
thirteen. I never celebrated Halloween. I've never been trick-or-treating.
fourteen. I prefer hope over cynicism. I'm all for healthy skepticism. But cynicism just distances you from the responsibility to act, and cripples your sense of possibility.
fifteen. After I finish my first batch of uni, I want to take two years off and go overseas. I want to do YWAM and an internship at Sojourners. I then want to come back and do Honours, then at some stage do Masters in Edinburgh.
sixteen. I've trained myself to be left-handed.
seventeen. I like to watch cooking shows. Like, a lot. My family picked up on it, and over the last 5 years or so I've accumulated just about every Jamie Oliver book in publication.
eighteen. I'm not great at remembering names.
nineteen. I've kept a journal since I was in Year 7.
twenty. I've thought about what songs and passages I would like to be played/sung/read at my funeral. It's not a morbid thing. This life is a vapour, tis all.
twenty-one. I have an oboe and a clarinet sitting in my room. I play them every once in a while.
twenty-two. I'm not very self-disciplined.
twenty-three. My life is full of oxymorons. Giggles and tears. Light-heartedness and stress. Joy and sorrow. Joking and profundity. Surface and reality. Life to the full, yet temporarily bound to a world of death. I love so much about this earth, but this earth is not my home. Most of these tensions spring from that reality.
twenty-four. I'm learning to guard my heart to be His alone.
twenty-five. Finally.