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wild_dreamer: (Yuki Sohma)
Friday, September 24th, 2010 11:02 am
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. ♥
wild_dreamer: (SPN - b&w emo!Sam)
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009 01:14 pm
So it's one of those days, today. Yesterday, too.

I haven't had a shower since Saturday morning, when I took one at James' parents' house before Michelle's wedding. (Oh, and I'll say more on that later..)

I worked Sunday, early in the morning, and went home with James afterward, as I often do. Caught the early ferry back, before he had to go to work, as I also often do. Especially since I don't normally have to work until 4pm, if at all, on a Monday.

I thought I would hang out with my friend Steven for a while, have some tea and whatnot, and then come home in time to grab a shower before work. I even made it home by about one thirty, and I don't have to leave until three to get to work and all, so I was good, everything was fabulous and amazing and the day was going smashingly... Until I walked in to discover my brother in the shower and a load of laundry in the wash, and the water heater having a failure. It needed to be reset again (it does this thing periodically) and so there was no hot water for me before I had to leave. NONE.

No shower. Alright, whatever, what's one more day with my hair dirty (Eugh, really, but there wasn't much of a choice and it was only one day past due, I can live!) and a short three-hour shift at work, who cares. Debated a shower last night and decided I was too tired and didn't want to end up sleeping on wet hair.

This morning, I get up and instead of getting directly into the shower, I decide I'm gonna dink around online for a while. Bright, no? I am now really gross, feeling grody and just generally BLEAH, and without a shower... because Mom got up and had a quick shower and then started the dishwasher. And about twenty or so minutes into the cycle I go "waaaaiiiiit. She just started the dishwasher, didn't she. FUCK." Too far into the cycle to stop it, too long of a wait for it to finish and the water to re-heat. I'm screwed! Thank god I don't have to work today or I'd be in tears of frustration. Almost am already, and I can feel the childish fit of "FINE! WHATEVER I DIDN'T NEED THAT ANYWAY D<" coming on.

I'm so tired, and I can't figure out why today. I'm frustrated because things aren't going my way, and feeling whiny and childish. Maybe a good, long, hot shower would help improve my outlook, but I haven't gotten one yet and probably won't for a while. I wanna shower and get dressed. D=

And then DO STUFF. Before Em calls at about five my time, when she's free, cause we'll be on the phone for hours (we always are) and I probably won't get much done. And she's about the only person I wanna talk to. My want-to-talk list is getting shorter and shorter, as well as periodically changing without notice.


Anyway, I mentioned Michelle's wedding.. My boyfriend has a new brother-in-law now! <3 It was awesome and adorable and made me full of squee and emotional. Though it also brought something home that I hadn't much thought about. Every girl (every normal girl, perhaps? every hopeless romantic, male or female? Whatever the case..) has dreams about getting married. I am certainly no exception, and it's one of my pastimes to curl up and make up fantasy stories of all varieties... but for once I actually stopped to consider the very real possibility of myself getting married, and to look at it from a realistic point of view rather than that of a giddy and hopeless romantic.

I found myself thinking "You know.. someday." but that day is as far off as the Someday of my having children. It's a possibility, but not one I really ought to be worrying my pretty little head about right now. And I realised that I am very much not actually ready for something like that, much though I might wish to think I am. I'm not ready for that kind of a binding commitment to someone, a lover or a child to bear.. It's not time yet.

They kept teasing us, saying we should just have three weddings all at once, Michelle and Ashley, Jeremy and his Michelle (James' brother and his fiancee), and James and I.. It made me giggle and stammer a lot, but it really made me think, too. Plus, my mother has been making remarks.. Lord, of all people to be commenting on it! She got all weepy over a commercial the other day because it got her thinking about her 'baby girl' possibly getting married. -My- mother! I'm trying to decide if everyone around me is actually starting to lose it, or if it's really just THAT obvious how much I adore this man. *chuckle.*

Nonetheless, that day is far off, and the much more real probability of my moving in with him is looming in the near future enough to wrack my nerves already. So many things are going to be happening this summer, and so much to think about and plan for over the next year or so. It's a little crazy.

Anyway, I've gotta go see about getting things done and getting that shower soon.
wild_dreamer: (Akito Sohma)
Thursday, June 19th, 2008 09:36 pm
So I had a fabulous week and a half, though it went by faster than I thought it would.

However, today being my first day back at work, it would have sucked slightly even if I hadn't been crazy mad ill all day.

Which I was.

Stomach pain and nausea, then a headache and probable fever, and I was dizzy and felt like someone was stuffing cotton into my head. Total suck.

Especially because I still worked my full nine hour shift today, despite feeling like absolute crap.

And still do, thus I'm going to go curl up with a package of saltines, my glass of ginger ale, and my book for an hour or so before sleeping.