I finally have a little bit of time to do some study.... But somehow I ended up here! The book I need to read is sitting right in front of me. All I have to do is pick it up and start reading it.
Ok.. Here's the deal.. I'll stuff about till 11:00 am (in 15 mins time) then I will get cracking. Sound good?
Alright.
Not many very exciting things have happened lately. A few weeks ago we all went up to the observatory here and checked out the massive telescope.. It was soooooo cool. When it was time to go Casey and I headed down a narrow flight of stairs. Actually it was quite a few flights of stairs. The acoustics in there were really nice so I started to sing 'Come Thou Fount' as we went and Casey joined in in harmony. It sounded very cool. I want to go back there with a bunch of people and sing something else.
Wow.. 5 minutes left. 10 minutes = not that much.
I miss traveling. There was always something really interesting to see.. It was always unpredictable and exciting. Being here IS interesting, but it also feels like a hard slog, there is all this stuff thats got to be done - ALL the time. Then again -- It is good to see how other people benefit from the work getting done. Like when you've worked together to collect and organise unrelated things and turned it into something, when that work is done and it actually happens and people come and they enjoy it and get something out of it. That feels good.
It's like cooking something! Bit of this, bit of that, put it together and BAM! Melting Moments.. Mmmm.
Just another nice reminder that the world doesn't revolve around me.
Oops it's 11:04!
-Hannah
Sunday, March 29, 2009
study sunday
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Melting Moments. Ah.
I've Come Thou Fount in my head since BM. I'm serious. I bought it the other day on ITunes.
XO
Hannah, your in trouble now. A whole 4 minutes over!
What are we gonna do with you?
You sung a song when we were in those stairs and i would have joined in but i didnt know the song :(
your singing was beautiful btw
xx
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