New Life Beyond the Horizon

So my last post was pretty slack if I am honest with myself, and I wont make any promises that this will be any better, but I'm trying.

I haven't really announced it officially ( and by officially I mean I haven't made a status update about it on Facebook), but I received a call just over a week ago telling me that I had been accepted into the mission internship and will be spending most of the year in Auckland and Fiji. All very exciting, and nerve racking at the same time. The stress is getting to me, you can tell by the fact that my fingernails are nearly down to the nubs and my face, chest and back have broken out. Its not pretty, but I leave in less then a week. There is still so much I need to do, and very little time. I want to catch up with my friends before I go, but I don't think I have enough time to do so.

Back to the last post, about Parachute. Something I didn't mention was that I was hit on by a middle aged man. Me being me, I was oblivious to it at first, I thought he was just being nice. Started off with simple hi's and the exchanging of names, that was all fair and well. He asked more about where I was from, what church I went to, simple pleasantries, that was just fine. But its when I caught him staring at me, not just for a moment, but for nearly 6 minutes, it was a little uncomfortable. After the gig, he asked me for my number, I told him I didn't have my phone on me, nor did I have a good enough memory to actually remember my number. He then said he would give me his number and asked if I had pen and paper to write it down. I had neither, and thought that would be that, but instead he searched the whole venue asking everyone if they had pen and/or paper. He gave me the slip of card, which I took and placed it into my bag (I haven't actually seen it since) and continued on with the conversation I was having with a friend. This man (Tui, this is what was written next to him number) decided he wanted to show me pictures on his phone, and really, REALLY made sure I could see them, which made me feel rather claustrophobic. In all fairness though, he hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, other then to disregard my personal space, it was just uncomfortable and awkward for me.
If it were someone younger or (if I'm being very truthful) better looking, then maybe it would have been more ... pleasant.

Its past 3, I really should get off here and at least try to sleep.

These next few weeks are gonna be tough... wish me luck.