Today has been rather pleasant. That's a lie, because it's 4:56am and I just woke up from my uncharacteristic evening nap? Honestly, I fell asleep a few hours ago, but I cannot get back to sleep. It may be because when I woke up I was dehydrated as, so I just sculled about a litre of water and also about 3 mouthfuls of air. It could also be because I made myself the fattest sandwich and then made myself finish it and my tummy is all sore and bloated. That was before I fell asleep though. I must have been tired.
Anyway, my day yesterday (or the day before?) was a mix of good and not so good. When I woke up I could not bring myself to get out of bed, so I ended up sleeping in more than I had planned. Then I got up and farted around doing my thing (not literally) and went to leave, but once I'd locked my front doors I realized I still had my toothbrush in my mouth. So back inside I go, and as I put my toothbrush down, my keys go too. Without noticing, I walked out and locked the doors, jumped in the car and went to get the keys out of my pocket and heeeeeeeeeello they aren't there. I saw them on the bathroom vanity through the window, and my only way into the house would have required getting on the roof, and it still wasn't a guarantee that I'd fit. So off I toddled down the road for a few kilometers to the top orchard to get my father to open the house for me.
After retrieving my keys, I took my car to Firestone to put on my new tyres that I'd been sent from the people who sold me my new car. Kurt and Jason work there and I was relatively pleased that neither of them recognized me (long story, just know them). Then, to my horror, the nice man showed me that my BRAND NEW tyre had a huge gouge out of the side. I was bummed out for the second time for Friday the 13th, but didn't let it wind me up, just accepted it and continued.
Finally, I drove to polytech and did a bit of work, but was completely and totally over it, so I left and hung out at Shardy and Greg's for a while. I walked out to my car and BAM. Flat tyre. So I have a space saver on at the moment. After dropping Libby off, picking up their dinner and heading home, I organized myself again and went out to Papamoa to meet up with Troy. We went out to Tamsin's housewarming and I ended up doing shots and other naughty-ish things. I did mostly just drink my V though. Then we went back to Troy's (Tam was heaving over the toilet before Midnight) and watched The Hangover, which is hilarious in case you were wondering. I tried to watch Transformers but by that point I was having trouble keeping my eyes open and I just fell asleep.
Today was also pretty sweet. Finally had a whole day at home, just chilling. I spent all morning and afternoon in the sunshine, cruising on my beanbag trying desperately to win Rhythm In The Vines tickets, but alas, my phone dials far too slow. Need a mobile for that stuff.
I sorted out the plan of action for my schoolwork, and did all my internet research for one of my assignments. Which I was stoked with because I wasn't sure how to go about any of it. I had a bit of a twirl with my staff and managed only to hit my lower body, although I cracked myself on the inside-ankle which gave me a bit of a... Fright. I have almost mastered getting it behind my head by my left hand now, and spinning it behind my back. I can spin in circles passing the staff from hand to hand behind me. The obvious figure of eight and a bit of contact. I want to learn contact because I learnt with a seriously heavy staff and the one I have now is a good weight, but if it isn't heavy enough I might have to buy another one just for that purpose that's got dowel down the center. Though I'm pretty sure it's in the length and not the weight, and my staff is up to my chin, I believe. I love staffing because it's so good for coordination and you become completely aware of where every part of your body is (otherwise you're going to set yourself on fire the first time you light up). That and I tend to get into my zone, have my iPod pumping in my ears, dance around and get right into my little jam. I haven't knocked myself out yet, touch wood, but I don't really want to. Because it is going to hurt bad if I do. The only thing is that I think I dance around the staff rather than it around me. Not that it matters. I don't really care what the "rules" are, I just like doing my own thing.
It's almost 6am. I think I'm going to try to sleep a few more hours.
Have a woooooonderful day!
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