i like mondays.

i’m annoyed at myself for not seeing the talia al-ghul thing earlier but nonetheless. OSKBVKBVABFCABFBFOVHFOWVWNRFVNWFNWLRNVLNVBLBVWROBFV;IWBRFIVWRBF my mind exploded. nvsnvsnfncwfbioqborvblwr all i can do is button-mash at this point because wahhhhhhhh. i’m making jamie go and see it with me again when i’m back in fal

so i just stuck around to watch the ceremony up until the chinese team walked out with the smug grins of ‘so ours was wayyyyy better’. although i did appreciate the gigantic inflatable voldemort. and rowan atkinson, because that’s just how team GB rolls. think i’m going to watch both again, seeing as i’ve been awake since 6am. it’s an ungodly hour.

as i’m in need of ducats, as it were. go over and see if there’s anything you fancy; largely high-street wear (h&m, topshop, american apparel etc). i also just spent the morning scanning my old cds into some website and selling them…. i’m dying a little here. 

and to write phrases such as ‘the cold hits you like a steam train’ without dying of shame. i’m clearing out some of my old crap and have come across my year 8 english notebook. the delightful ramblings within are a force to be reckoned with. i keep all the english exercise books i’ve had because it’s nice to see what happens along the way, but then i also think i’ll become one of those hoarder people. in more pedestrian news, i chipped a nail at the gym. i also held forearm stand for a while, although previous attempts had me flipping over into some kind of bridge because i couldn’t keep my balance. did the treadmill and the bike, did legs, various ab exercises and a couple of wing chun forms. and then the aforementioned scorpion/forearm stand debacle. i am determined to get scorpion before i get back to uni. and i have to buy a yoga mat and a gum shield; i’m not sure how i managed without a gum shield so far. i think that i’ll watch something funny tonight. it’s been a long and incredibly sweaty day. i’m having silly thoughts again, which i won’t talk about because it’ll only go badly. if everything stays in my head i stay in my head, and that’s just fine with me.

i’ve also sweated through about three shirts after mowing the lawn, then running around trying to get the lawnmower into’s omar’s teeny convertible so i’m just going to lie in bed naked with my tangerines and my ashtray

which is drilling wing chun/shaolin forms in my room. i think i’m just going to go through all the forms i’ve graded, and xiao hong quan and jorn sau as well. and then i’ll practice six-count, which will be difficult without a partner but also much quieter, which works out well because it’s quarter to four in the morning. i have scheduling issues - i’m just awake when everyone else around me is asleep, but i kind of like that. i might start doing more yoga - there’s a mat in the shed - because i need to work on my balance and strength more. my flexibility is pretty much on point, but i’ve got to get better. because that’s the point of it all.