'The Rockstarz'-best soccer team in Sth East QLD.
FROM LAST NIGHT.
Giddily happy, which usually happens Thursday evenings. Thursday are by FAR the best day of the week.
Last night was an absolute blast, Amy, Cass, Stace and I trotted to Brisbane to meet up with our fave chocolate men plus Jack for ice cream (banana and maltesers please and thank you) and a night of chillaxing. What started as a silly game of soccer between us all (Volt, Nio, Peter, Cecilia, Jack, Jude and us girls) turned into a full on ethnic soccer game with the arrival of about 10 other lovely chocolate people about the same age of us who randomly asked if they could join. We divided into an us and them type thing, us being "The Rockstarz." We won 2-0 thanks to Amy's spectacular goal and Jude's (?) I can't remember details but I do remember laughing a hell of alot and feeling very alive. I think the world would be a happier place if people remembered how good it is to get back to basics: barefoot soccer games in a park with friends, new and old, eating ice cream and near losing concsiousness from laughing too hard while running are thrills a nightclub or the best kind of alcohol could never recreate.
Today covered 'The British Invasion' in music and the contentious issue of the apology by K-Rudd in Power, Passion and Politics. Our pols1601 tute has become very tight knit and I absolutely adore the hour every Thursday when all these bright, young people sit around and discuss/debate things that matter. I'm not including myself in the bright young people category but I do feel v. priviledged to have my mind stretched,prodded and ultimately broadened like it is every week in that hour, just from having people challenge what I say and listening to other peoples perspectives.
Silas drove me home again today, we chatted about life and death and every thing in between again. We talk so much on these journeys home we might actually have covered everything there is possible to cover in human conversation. Mostly I enjoy our chats because every week he crawls out of the catergory I plopped him into when I didn't even know him which was obnoxious, arrogant Eddies boy and exceeds all my expectations. I love when people do this, because I SHOULD be proved wrong. Who the eff am I to pigeon-hole someone I know nothing about.
Last night was an absolute blast, Amy, Cass, Stace and I trotted to Brisbane to meet up with our fave chocolate men plus Jack for ice cream (banana and maltesers please and thank you) and a night of chillaxing. What started as a silly game of soccer between us all (Volt, Nio, Peter, Cecilia, Jack, Jude and us girls) turned into a full on ethnic soccer game with the arrival of about 10 other lovely chocolate people about the same age of us who randomly asked if they could join. We divided into an us and them type thing, us being "The Rockstarz." We won 2-0 thanks to Amy's spectacular goal and Jude's (?) I can't remember details but I do remember laughing a hell of alot and feeling very alive. I think the world would be a happier place if people remembered how good it is to get back to basics: barefoot soccer games in a park with friends, new and old, eating ice cream and near losing concsiousness from laughing too hard while running are thrills a nightclub or the best kind of alcohol could never recreate.
Today covered 'The British Invasion' in music and the contentious issue of the apology by K-Rudd in Power, Passion and Politics. Our pols1601 tute has become very tight knit and I absolutely adore the hour every Thursday when all these bright, young people sit around and discuss/debate things that matter. I'm not including myself in the bright young people category but I do feel v. priviledged to have my mind stretched,prodded and ultimately broadened like it is every week in that hour, just from having people challenge what I say and listening to other peoples perspectives.
Silas drove me home again today, we chatted about life and death and every thing in between again. We talk so much on these journeys home we might actually have covered everything there is possible to cover in human conversation. Mostly I enjoy our chats because every week he crawls out of the catergory I plopped him into when I didn't even know him which was obnoxious, arrogant Eddies boy and exceeds all my expectations. I love when people do this, because I SHOULD be proved wrong. Who the eff am I to pigeon-hole someone I know nothing about.
Lessons learnt today:
1)I shouldn't not like someone because he puked organge goo on my best friends desk in grade 5. Sorry Amy, but the inevitable has happened. We're FRIENDS.
2)Meeting new people that are as kickin as some of the ones in my tute is a natural high. I suspect great times ahead for our pols1601 gang.
3)Discussions about reconcilliation get not only my brain juices flowing but my heart juices too. (Equally, if not more, important)
4)The gravity fuck up I made last year will follow me forever. Even to university. Even to my political science tute.
5)Soccer is fun.
Oh! and I got labelled someone with Only Child Syndrome today. Because I am quote "dominating and controlling."
fml, I can't deal with all these labels as of late.
haha but I do concede I find it all slightly amusing.
Lots and lots of undiluted loved and happpiness,
Jackie x
fml, I can't deal with all these labels as of late.
haha but I do concede I find it all slightly amusing.
Lots and lots of undiluted loved and happpiness,
Jackie x
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