Full of Friday Fun

Anatomy, then pathology museum trail, respiratory workshop on asthma, lunch, paid bills for this term's rent and tuition fees for the term, 2 epidemiology lectures (during which I fell asleep), expert forum and then the weekend began!

Went to the pub to briefly celebrate A----'s birthday earlier this week, then went back, grabbed a quick snack in readiness for gymnastics. Got off at the wrong bus stop, got horribly lost, so ended up having a long walk with T-- and missed the session. Did have a bit of a man-to-man bonding session though which was good (turns out that my suspicions on Monday that he knew what my romance situation was probably correct - must learn to be less blatant and wear my heart on my sleeve less. Am now a bit worried that the amazing one also knows...). Got fish and chips for dinner (greasy but a real comfort food).

Headed back to Tooting, and rejoined A----'s party who were having dinner. Most of the people at dinner left, but went to the bar in Kennington with the stragglers (catalysed by T-- and V-- going). It was good fun. First chance to dance for a while (and I think I did impress a couple of people with my skills), drank a bit too much (which in my case was three drinks), and was generally great fun, especially as I got to spend some time with V-- who is awesome fun.

Left the bar some time after 2 am. Came back with A----, T--, V-- and D---- and D-----. V-- said she was almost sick on the way back in the cab, so she went straight to bed. The rest of us went to the common room to watch TV. I brought up some drinks and made some popcorn (mental note to self, popcorn made while drunk is not so good - over-sweet in my case this time) which went down quite well. A fair chunk of popcorn got eaten, and the raspberry gin got finished. Watched the end of Amelie and had an interesting conversation of suitably filthy levels. Interesting events between T-- and A----... I was sad about the evening finishing, but to be honest it's for the best if I want tomorrow to be productive... It's nearly 5am as it is.

AcidCat

Random thought fragments

It really struck me that I often have stuff to blog about during the day, but by the time the evening comes, the mood passes or I forget what I wanted to write about. As a result I get quite a few of these random thought fragments...

Had a lovely moment today when a friend invited me to lunch. I had my phone on silent (forgot to reset it after the interview with the pregnant lady) so I missed it, but it made my day to be thought of.

I did small favours to two people today, and it was nice to be acknowledged by them. The favours were very minor (one turned out to be pointless) but the thank you messages were appreciated.

Took part in a dance workshop which was exhausting. It was a masterclass with a dancer called "Alien Ness" and it was quite inspiring. I was tempted not to go as I was running late, was hungry, tired and think I might be getting ill. Glad I pushed myself into going though. It was fun. The "yes man" project was part of what pushed me in the direction of going.

The "Yes Man" film based (loosely) on the Danny Wallace book is coming out soon. Not sure if I'll see it as it looks terrible, and Hollywood have a knack for ruining stuff (and the cinema is now criminally expensive in my opinion for mediocre movies). Will wait and see.

That's all folks. No more off the top of my head.

AcidCat

Dance to express, not to impress

Oh. My. God.

I have had such a shit day.

I tried to do my tutorial work after a nap at 10pm, having set my alarm for 11pm. I woke up, vaguely having remembered hearing my alarm, by my second alarm set for half past six in the morning. So the tutorial work remained very much incomplete.

The only bright point of my day was the reason I set my alarm for that god-forsaken hour: I was trying a yoga-type thing which was a bit like Tai-Chi called Kalari. It was fun and quite tiring (especially bearing in mind how little movement it all was).

The tutorial went as well as could be expected bearing in mind I had literally done none of the work for it. Thank goodness that a fair amount of this week's work was to revise stuff we had previously done.

Then I came home for a nap. I set my alarm for an hour, woke up exhausted, and slept for a further 20 minutes with the snooze function before finally emerging. I feel seriously sleep deprived.

Then to complete my bad day: I started losing things - my keys, my mobile phone, my access pass for the university (all of which I later found), but also my bandana and earphones, both of which are still missing. Most annoying thing I lost was my temper:

Basically I went for a dance audition today. It said to turn up for 6:30pm, so I turned up a few minutes early and they sent me to another room to wait for a few minutes while they finished getting ready (which was noisy and I couldn't work). About 20 minutes later, they finally told me we'd probably be starting around 7. I got a bit pissed off at this and wandered down to the library.

I came back at 7, and saw the dance they wanted us to audition to.

I was horrified.

It was the most appalling dance, with no skill, and all about doing grinding motions, both in the air, and facing the ground. In addition, the music it was done to was a dreadful dirge by that child molester - R Kelly. The guy taking the "class" was an appalling dancer, and couldn't teach. I tried sticking it out for a bit, but it all was a bit much for me, so I grabbed my bag and started to leave.

One of the committee organising it said that if I was busy I could either do the audition piece there and then, or come back on Monday to audition. I was pretty angry and frustrated at this point and shared some of my grievances with him. He tried to suggest that not all the dances they would eventually perform were that tacky and crass, at which point, I told him that the audition piece was shit. And left.

I get the feeling I won't get a call back from that audition.

Then on the way back, I discovered how few cars understand that if someone is trying to cross at a Zebra crossing that they're meant to stop.

I've managed to get rid of most of my anger by dancing hard when I got back, to some proper music.

Still, very annoyed and need to do lots of work for tomorrow.

I really hate life at the moment.

AcidCat

Dance, dance, dance

"Work like you don't need money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
And dance like no one's watching"

Hi guys!

Had a bit of an unexpected day. Tiredness due to the late nights (phone calls with the friend - hoping he doesn't ring again tonight, not sure if I can manage another one) so have been sluggish and struggled to get my work done (currently procrastinating, and will restart work after this post).

I agreed to teach a flat mate the basics of breaking (aka breakdancing, but people who do it tend to call it breaking or bboying). So this afternoon, we were in the kitchen, with some music playing, and I was running him through the basics of "toprock" (the bits of breaking where you're standing and dancing upright). After a while, the flat's doorbell rang, and another one of my flatmates answered it. He returned with three female random strangers, who lived in the flat opposite and had been watching us dance, and asked to join in!

I was a bit taken aback, and a bit disturbed that people had been watching us mucking around like that. I love to dance, but am quite self-conscious about it. When I dance in front of people, I have to work hard at "dancing like no-one is watching". When it transpired that not only our three guests were not the whole audience, with other people from their flat seeing our dance lesson, and other flats looking in, I was starting to feel somewhat embarrassed and thinking that I should have drawn the curtains (couldn't though as we needed the windows open for air).

Anyway, as they didn't seem to be taking the piss, I started running through some basics. They ran off pretty quickly so I wonder if it wasn't what they were expecting, but it was just a bit bizarre. I think they were enjoying it, as one of my flatmates who does enjoy staring (spying) out of our kitchen window saw them practising in their kitchen.

In the end, I thought it was quite fun. I admire their gutsiness and courage to go to a random flat and say "We were in the flat opposite watching you dance and want to join in". Not only that, they had originally got the floor wrong, and rang the bell of the flat below us. I would have loved to have seen the confusion on the face of the guy who answered that door.

Anyway it's been fun. But I badly need to work. In a way it's probably the most fun thing I've done since getting here. A good memory of this place for my future.

AcidCat