so i six-stepped, crumped and salsa-ed my way through monday and tuesday, then my body hurt and i had to stop. :-S yep tuesday i decided to try out a salsa night with some friends. i've done a bit before so the beginner's class was quite easy but very enjoyable. although i did have to 'be the man' (always a lack of males!) and got stabbed by some seriously big heels (crowded dance floor!). again it's something i see people do (dancing salsa, not stabbing people with their heels) and would so love to be good at it. but at least with salsa even if you know just a little bit you still feel like you can join in. and then we 'freestyled' to some latin-flavoured tunes, got those hips going and dodged away from crazy-waistcoat-man, and then spilled out onto the beach when we got too sweaty. love brighton! :-) in classic style amber and i then ran down to the sea (no small feat in heels i tell you!) and just as we caught our breath and paused to admire the moon and the waves and "this is so beautiful" was on our lips, a pebble-ridden wave came from nowhere and blasted past us, soaking us up to our thighs. HILARIOUS!
in other news, the fourth and final piece of sea urchin has finally departed from my foot, only about 2 months after it first entered that fateful day in Ibiza!!
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Monday, 13 October 2008
study vs dance
the moon looks good tonight. just so you know.
last week i felt uni seemed manageable. today sitting in a lecture was the last place in the world i wanted to be. and afterwards i felt more tired and drained than i have for a long time. i am sneezing like crazy these days. maybe i'm allergic to academia? ...
tonight i went to breakdancing then cycled across town to a street dance class. and afterwards i felt so full of energy and so GOOD... despite the bruised shoulders from shoulder-stands and blistered hands (hardcore!haha!). i wish i was a bit more 'natural' at these styles of dancing, but that's just the impatient/lazy side of me wanting to avoid all the practise that i know is necessary. it's a bit like learning a new language but with your body. when music comes on i so want to dance but feel inhibited by the lack of means (moves) i possess to express myself fully. hence the classes...
so my body wants to learn but my brain does not. this could present some difficulty in the coming months...
oh and check out this blog. i like it a lot.
last week i felt uni seemed manageable. today sitting in a lecture was the last place in the world i wanted to be. and afterwards i felt more tired and drained than i have for a long time. i am sneezing like crazy these days. maybe i'm allergic to academia? ...
tonight i went to breakdancing then cycled across town to a street dance class. and afterwards i felt so full of energy and so GOOD... despite the bruised shoulders from shoulder-stands and blistered hands (hardcore!haha!). i wish i was a bit more 'natural' at these styles of dancing, but that's just the impatient/lazy side of me wanting to avoid all the practise that i know is necessary. it's a bit like learning a new language but with your body. when music comes on i so want to dance but feel inhibited by the lack of means (moves) i possess to express myself fully. hence the classes...
so my body wants to learn but my brain does not. this could present some difficulty in the coming months...
oh and check out this blog. i like it a lot.
Saturday, 11 October 2008
Friday, 10 October 2008
random bits
to begin on a random note (although i will continue on a random note throughout): who would have thought there'd be 46,427 members of this group on facebook: I'm Saving Myself For Wild, Passionate, Awkward Honeymoon Sex
hilarious . am i permitted to wonder what nationality most of them would be...? :-D
on that vein (kind of), this week i've discovered 3 more people who i went to secondary school with are going to be mummies/daddies. CRAYZEE. i think it scares me more than anything. being in your 'twenties' is just... BIG. or, precisely, does not feel big, as in old, yet we/some are doing and chosing things that still seem too big to get my head around for who we (I?) are/am and where we're (i'm?) at.
and pretty much totally unrelated. WHYYYYY do boys and skinny jeans think it's a good idea to mix??? brighton can't seem to get enough of it. i'd say "no offense"... but it offends me. jajaja (spanish version of 'hahaha' seemed more appropriate)
ALSO. i like my house :-) it's arty (paintings on the walls... although i wonder how many people realise that one of the canvases downstairs is actually a dare-i-say-it vagina? spillover from various friends being involved in productions of the 'vagina monologues', which i'd actually really recommend seeing if you haven't before). and music pours out the windows on sunny days and bikes/people spill out the doors (our house isn't very big!). and there are 3, well 4 at the moment, beautiful ladies living here with me. with a very definite french theme going on. i may even have learnt some by the end of the year!
last night, in this house of love and art and bikes and music i had some wonderful friends round for a belated birthday celebration. it was just lovely. fairy lights and food and red wine and smoothies and background music and everyone fitted in the living room for catching-up and making new friends and enjoying being together again. yey :-) ooh that sounds really soppy having just read it back. AH WELL. get over it.
and lastly, an article on europe and the church. which i found HOPE-ful. especially in light of the seminar i had this week for my 'religion and ritual' course for anthropology...
hilarious . am i permitted to wonder what nationality most of them would be...? :-D
on that vein (kind of), this week i've discovered 3 more people who i went to secondary school with are going to be mummies/daddies. CRAYZEE. i think it scares me more than anything. being in your 'twenties' is just... BIG. or, precisely, does not feel big, as in old, yet we/some are doing and chosing things that still seem too big to get my head around for who we (I?) are/am and where we're (i'm?) at.
and pretty much totally unrelated. WHYYYYY do boys and skinny jeans think it's a good idea to mix??? brighton can't seem to get enough of it. i'd say "no offense"... but it offends me. jajaja (spanish version of 'hahaha' seemed more appropriate)
ALSO. i like my house :-) it's arty (paintings on the walls... although i wonder how many people realise that one of the canvases downstairs is actually a dare-i-say-it vagina? spillover from various friends being involved in productions of the 'vagina monologues', which i'd actually really recommend seeing if you haven't before). and music pours out the windows on sunny days and bikes/people spill out the doors (our house isn't very big!). and there are 3, well 4 at the moment, beautiful ladies living here with me. with a very definite french theme going on. i may even have learnt some by the end of the year!
last night, in this house of love and art and bikes and music i had some wonderful friends round for a belated birthday celebration. it was just lovely. fairy lights and food and red wine and smoothies and background music and everyone fitted in the living room for catching-up and making new friends and enjoying being together again. yey :-) ooh that sounds really soppy having just read it back. AH WELL. get over it.
and lastly, an article on europe and the church. which i found HOPE-ful. especially in light of the seminar i had this week for my 'religion and ritual' course for anthropology...
Thursday, 9 October 2008
goodbye
life seems to be a constant interchange of hellos and goodbyes goodbyes and hellos
places faces names games accents tones homes
and we (i? you?) become accustomed. which is sweet and sour. we feel less. we become a bit more stretchy, more flexible. so it's easier to fit into new spaces or return to old ones. each time we adjust sooner. until one day one continent the next day another and it doesn't feel like we are falling apart inside like it might have done once upon a time.
but in a way i miss that pain. i hate the numbness. the way i can walk out the door not knowing if/when i'll next see someone and not shed a tear, not be moved. somehow in a goodbye we expect to summarise everything that has been and is and all that we'll miss and all that the person/place has meant. which is impossible. yet we always seem to try. so i guess it's ok that i didn't have the profound words or the tears or the welling up inside; at that precise moment that i looked into your eyes before i turned away. because i had hours and days and months and maybe even years of moments and words and laughter and tears and feelings and sharing and learning and loving and being loved and 'being with'. and it doesn't mean that i don't miss you. i've just got used to not being with the ones i love. so maybe it'll be a while before your absence strikes a minor chord in this crazy life's tune. a tune that is all the richer for you.
places faces names games accents tones homes
and we (i? you?) become accustomed. which is sweet and sour. we feel less. we become a bit more stretchy, more flexible. so it's easier to fit into new spaces or return to old ones. each time we adjust sooner. until one day one continent the next day another and it doesn't feel like we are falling apart inside like it might have done once upon a time.
but in a way i miss that pain. i hate the numbness. the way i can walk out the door not knowing if/when i'll next see someone and not shed a tear, not be moved. somehow in a goodbye we expect to summarise everything that has been and is and all that we'll miss and all that the person/place has meant. which is impossible. yet we always seem to try. so i guess it's ok that i didn't have the profound words or the tears or the welling up inside; at that precise moment that i looked into your eyes before i turned away. because i had hours and days and months and maybe even years of moments and words and laughter and tears and feelings and sharing and learning and loving and being loved and 'being with'. and it doesn't mean that i don't miss you. i've just got used to not being with the ones i love. so maybe it'll be a while before your absence strikes a minor chord in this crazy life's tune. a tune that is all the richer for you.
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