Best to be the Changing Water

Some more blathering...

Fri, 24 Sep 2010 18:54:10 GMT

A series of random things I wanted to say, some related to Burning Man, some not.

And some reiterating the same thing I have said on Twitter and FB already this morning, which begins with: Fucking ow, my whole body hurts. Muscles I didn't know existed hurt. When I breathed my tea this morning, coughing made me think I was gonna pull something important and then die, it hurt so bad. I love my self-defense class. And I am so fucking out of shape it isn't funny, BUT I AM GLAD THIS IS ALL AFTER MY BURNING MAN TRIP AND NOT BEFORE.

Before I left, I was coming off a year of couch-sitting. Very different from baby-sitting, as you actually do sit on the couch for it, and you definitely do not sit on the babies. Before I left, I was making faces at myself in the mirror nearly every morning, thinking "geez, this last year has been too happy. I'm getting complacent, and a little chunky in the midsection, there." Everyone else says "you look good! Stop fussing," but I don't feel comfortable in my body, and that is, of course, the most important thing. I feel heavy, I feel weighted down, I feel mildly unhappy with myself.

By the time I get back, I'm feeling amazing. Between all the walking and dancing I did and what they call the 'Desert Diet', I have probably lost most of the ten pounds I put on in the last year, and I'm feeling GREAT. Looking good, too, happy about it. Checking myself out in mirrors and saying "yeah, I'm looking amazing again. ;D" and the like.

Now, you're going to be wondering. ( What is the 'Desert Diet'? )

So with the walking across a city that was two or three miles across and ten or more miles in diameter, all of the dancing, the strange eating habits, and the returning to Colorado to a similarly active event (I didn't spend much time sitting at NDK, I never do), I was in much better shape than before I left. Not to mention that I went hiking with my friend Rudy while I was in Portland on my way home. LOTS OF EXERCISE.

I'm pretty sure this is the only reason I didn't DIE HORRIBLY during my self-defense class, and only had one moment where I had to slow myself down and remind myself to breathe slow and deep. But I made it through class, had a fabulous time, and probably didn't walk it out as much as I should have, didn't cool down well enough. Hence, being stiff and sore now.

You know what they say. The best thing for sore muscles is whatever made them sore in the first place. And a hot bath. ;)

I think that was actually it for right now. Oh, and my ceramics instructor is totally the Bob Ross of pottery. I kept expecting him to start talking about the 'happy little pottery' or something while he was showing us how to work the wheel yesterday. XD

That was all. ♥

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Sooo... last night was full of..

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:11:45 GMT

..Peculiar violent dreams. I blame multiple sources, as at least dream number two of two involved Buffy, Faith, Joker, Harley Quinn, some other batman-universe bad girl, a horde of goblins directed by Joker, a train/subway tunnel system thing, and my ass-kickingly awesome self. Who might have been a Slayer, or a DC hero, or heaven only know what I was.

Took a bus to the terminal to meet Buffy and Faith, perhaps with some notion of showing them up by defeating Joker and his goblin hordes before they even made it to the Slayers. Realised I was on the bus with all the goblins, right about as we reached the destination, at which point I began to unleash a can of whup-ass on folk. I slashed the throat of Joker's blonde friend (Harley? Faces were blurred in the fight, and I can't quite recall) and he got all "GRAAAR NOBODY KILLS MY HARLEY" (guess it was)and then I launched off of something and stabbed him through the throat as well. The poor, now stunned-still, girl at his side I thought was actually Harl, but I'm still unclear, however I smiled at her and whispered that because I'd always loved her, she'd die a cleaner death. Which somehow involved a clean run of the blade across (through, really, I suppose..) her throat after I'd brushed a kiss over her lips.

WHY THE THROATS, GAIS? Morbid dreams, much?

Anyway, after smooching and slashing miss painted-lips (Still unsure, perhaps there were two Harleys? But this one had red hair I think, and the other was platinum blonde. Which Harl is not, exactly. Buh?) I kicked and slashed down a few goblins, and the rest disbursed rapidly in the face of my wrath, and I went to see Buffy and Faith. The Slayers were, get this, sitting around eating tasty little tartlette-pie things! Like, I dunno, some peculiar combination of fruit tart and berry shortcake. All like nothing was happening. And they were like "oh hey, wassup? Want some noms?" or Faith was anyway, and Buffy just gave me this look like "oh hai lol whut u doin there? Somethin happen?" and I was like "geez gais, was only me stabbin' Joker in the throat and killin his minions and shits for you." And they were like "oh hey, you stabbed him? So he's done nao?" and I was like "Yes, only really it's Joker so he'll be back alive later, I dunno how but he will" and then I woke up.

WHUT. SRS WHUT.

I'm gonna go take a shower, now that I've written it all out and had a cup of tea.

ETA: No, no, wait. I'd already killed Blonde (Harley?) earlier on, she was dead and for some reason known only to Joker he was hauling her around with him. And there was some other chick that I took out, I think. Or maybe it was her again? It's all blurry dream-memory. T.T I can't remember.

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