tiny bits from halo

fitness is fun!

one of the pitfalls of having a full-length mirror in my room is that i can’t avoid seeing how ridiculous i look when i’m dancing. dancing is my cardio, so i can’t really avoid it. i don’t mind dancing in public, because i don’t actually see myself, but this is just too embarrassing. and i’m kicking up my exercise routine as a new year’s resolution, so there will only be more embarrassment.

i need to find a way to do crunches. i need to find an exercise mat. i bet they cost like 50€ or something…

i had a dream last night that my friends left me on the side of the highway with only the clothes on my back. and i was barefoot. and there’s lots of glass on the side of a highway. and there were quite a few other people that seemed to be in similar predicaments, but at least one of them was a lunatic that was pretending to have been abandoned… i could just tell. i wonder what that (the whole situation, not just the looneybird part) means.

also, there were horrifying penguins that were my size and angry, a small, homey kitchen, and those weird wooden platforms that people wore during the 15th century to keep the crap that filled the street off of their nice shoes.

and at one point, i gave a speech about being bulemic in the army, neither of which i’ve ever been.  

next week is our last week of class. this makes me so very happy.

however, i have a paper to write, and i haven’t realy started on it. this isn’t unusual, and i feel that i do my best work during that final crunch time, but sometimes i wish i could bring myself to just do things like this just to have them over with so i can enjoy life without that little voice in my head saying ‘don’t have too much fun, you have a paper on the arnolfini wedding portrait due in a little over a week!’

bedtime followup

and as a followup to #4d of my most recent blog, i decided this when i realized, in the fleeting moments that i regarded my classmates during my part of the presentation, that i could feel them thinking that i was super cute. not because i’m actually cute, but because i’m foreign- and on my walk home, it became clear to me that i must use this to my advantage.

and indeed i will.

jangled

i had a small part in a presentation in one of my classes today. i was extremely nervous so i had a few pronunciation snafoos and i fidgeted… and i ran through my part in record time as well. when we were done, the professor had a few question & criticisms but none of them seemed to pertain to me or my part, so i suppose it went well. my stomach is still completely twisted and i’m jittery. i’ll feel better when this day is over. i have an exam tonight that i’m not particularly looking forward to either…

ok, enough complaining. i love my life here. i give living abroad a solid A+. 

sunday morning

i hate sunday because tomorrow is monday. i’ve always hated sunday.

this particular sunday morning i feel gloomy. i think it’s because i want to exercise but i’m supposed to give my pulled ribcage muscle a rest, which means no running in place, no jumping jacks and no dancing, which is how i exercise.

in 2 weeks i’ll be in London, so i suppose i should focus on that.