A problem crossing the road, a trip on the tube and a movie

So, I'll start backwards. I saw Memoires of a Geisha today. It was good. Not quite as brilliant as I had hoped. You could tell it was done by an American, but it was still really good.
Now, on the tube, I saw a guy with the most amazing hair. Either he had taken a brush/carpet and glued it to his head or he just had really unique hair. Instead of knocking that though, he gets exta respect points from me for just having really unique hair cut in the army way. Lovely.
Now for crossing the road. I was on my was to the tube station, crossing the road just seconds from my appartment, as one does. I was hurrying because I had decided to start crossing just went the light went from green to absent. Suddenly, I stopped dead in the road and stared into the headlights of the car waiting for me to get out of the way. Then, I turned on my heel and hightailed it back to my flat. I just know that everyone in that car was wondering what had happened to the girl in the street, why she bolted like a deer being hunted. But here is the reason (and drumrole please...) it..... was...... SNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!! IN LONDON!!!!!!!!!!! IN CENTRAL LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so happy that I ran home, rang the door, told Vicky, gave her a kiss after she came down to see, and then skipped off to go to the movies. No one else seemed to care except for one asian guy who actually (I assume he thought he was alone) danced. :) I was happy about that. But as for the rest of the party-poopers here in London, I'm sure they thought I was insane as I sat and waited for my friend to show up, occasionally laughing at the fact that it was snowing. Anyways, just wanted to let you guys know how insane I really am. IT SNOWED!!!!

A song, a suitcase, and a lack of gentlemen

Alright, here is something that I have been mulling over for a while. Do you know the line in the song "Where have all the good men gone?" Now, I know that that is about finding a good man to, you know, start something with, and despite all the whinging that I do, I am actually quite happy single. But, I have been wondering for a while now where all the good men have gone. Men nowadays (and I am sorry if you are a man and reading this) seem to have lost their manliness almost. We seem to have entered the age where the gentleman has become obsolete.

What am I baseing this on? Well, many a time I have lugged a massive (obviously ridiculously heavy) suitcase around and struggled with it, especially in tube stations. Up and down stairs, sweating and coming close to swearing. Now, do you think that any man offered to help? Not once has a man offered to help me. In fact, the only help offered came from a woman when the cursed thing almost fell over in the street. The only men that I seem to be seeing recently are men who are so wrapped up in themselves and what they are doing that they don't even bother noticing a woman in distress (or struggling with a massive suitcase)

Now, this isn't to say that they aren't out there, I have met a few guys who still try to retain a bit of the good old chivalry. They seem to still appreciate that there are certain ways in which a man should behave and try to stick to it. You know, opening the door, carrying heavy things, putting coats across puddles... Why is this?

I actually think that much of it is our fault as women. I know that when I come across a man who is a realy gentleman, I get uncomfortable and don't know what to do with being treated with such respect. We women have tried so hard to become equal with men that we have forgotten that there are elements that seperate us from the other sex. I actually feel sorry for men, so much is expected of them: be strong, be manly, be kind, be understanding, be a gentleman, don't patronize and the list just goes on, we expect them to be everything and yet don't let them be "men". We have tried so hard to prove to men that they are not "needed", there is nothing they can do that we can't.

Dare I disagree with this? Alright, I will. I disagree. So here is a call to all men who still want to be men but don't want to offend: bring back the gentleman. It will take a while for us women to get used to it, but bring it back.

A shout out, a phone call and a bath

Here is the shout out: hey Uncle Rob, I have heard that you read this and I just thought I would say hello and send my love your way. I'm on the phone right now to mom. I'm sure she would say hi too.
I'm off to the bath, blessings to all of you

An argument, a discussion and a question

Got into a kind of argument with my flat mate. After walking around in a state of nother-pole like atmosphere in my flat, we had a shout out and then a talk out and then a hug and things have been thawing ever since. That same night, I heard a suspicious "creak" coming from the kitchen and I knew that Ben was raiding the fridge. I got up to get a drink cause I was ridiculously thirsty. Thus begins the discussion part of this blog.

I believe I got up at 12:15 or something there abouts. We got onto the subject of love and evangelism. I had had a great conversation with three guys in Nando's about God and Jesus and religion and that is how we came onto it. At about 1:30 we decided, although we could have gone on for ages, that we needed to go to bed and I stumbled up my ladder and fell to sleep right away.

Now comes the question part, and I don't even know how to put this properly, but I'll just waffle it out and hope that you get it: Is it right that we as christians want people to come to Christ? I have heard so much talk about hidden agendas, etc. But surely, we love people because Christ loves us and we love him. We want to help these people, restore wholeness to them, but surely, and ultimately, only when people enter into a relationship with Christ can they be made perfectly whole. Is that right or have I got it all wrong?

A piercing, a job, and an addiction

So, first things first, I've gotten my lip pierced. I've now spent the days since wondering what pocessed me to get it done (not that I'm regretting it, I'm just wondering what on earth gave me the balls to go through with it) and am now living in fear of infection (although I am following the instructions like a good girl), we'll see how that goes.
Started work again for real yesterday, that was nice. Today I am digging in for real. I really want to get around and visit the parents soon. I also have an essay to write. I am trying to get it done, but I'm just really not motivated to do it.
Alright, now to the addiction. I have to admit to something rather embarrassing. Maybe being alone in my flat isn't really good for me. Watching tv yesterday, I stumbled across one of those house shopping shows. Now, these abound in England, people ask to have a house scout look for 3 different houses within their price range and with the things they want it to have. Then in the end they decide whether they want to make a bid on either. When I first came to this country and encountered (what I thought was) the unhealthy surplus of such shows, I was very surprised and couldn't see the lure. However, maybe it is cabin fever, but I watched all of them possible tomorrow during work, and promptly became a massive fan. Not surprisingly this morning, when I turned on the tv and the shows weren't on, I was upset, to say the least. I sadly began some work, bemoaning the fact that I don't have a tv guide to tell me when my newly beloved shows were coming on. I sat and had to watch news, a Woody Allen interview, and other stuff that I used only for noise. Then, joy after all joy, it came on, the one where they move you to the country, and a sigh (an acutal audible sigh) of relief escaped me and I could begin to relax. I wish I could not like these shows, but I find my heart beating faster when it comes to the decision time and my hoping that the family finds their dream house. Sad, isn't it? Please sign me up to the Reality-TV-House-Selling-Show-Addicts-Annonymus.