shanmonster | Fishy

I spilled sardine oil on my floor this morning. Eugh. I mopped it up immediately, but my room stinks of fish. I cleaned it with dish soap, but I can still smell it faintly, despite the incense and the scented candles burning merrily away. I guess I'll have to break out the vinegar and hope that does the trick. Although I enjoy eating sardines, I don't enjoy smelling them.

I got my hair dyed yesterday. It's dark, dark, dark brown. Ok, it's black. But it looks a little brown in the sunlight. I got the tips dyed red again, only it didn't come out nearly as vibrant as I wanted. So tomorrow, they're redoing the ends to the fire-engine red that I want. Hoorah for funky hair!

Sifu Chuck tried to kick my ass in kung fu today and failed. We did a hundred Hindu squats in a row. A couple of the students pooped out, but I did every one of them, and I'm pretty sure I could have done another hundred, although I know I would be hurting for days. As it is, my legs started to feel the work at around seventy.

Then we did a few partner drills, including resisted sit-ups. In these ones, one person kneels, and the other lies on their back in front, wrapping their legs around the waist of the kneeling partner. It looks pretty porntastic, I must say. And then the one lying on the ground does situps, each time grabbing their resisting partner around the shoulders/neck and pulling them down on top of them. Only every now and then, their partner doesn't let them, and instead shoves them back down to the floor without warning. These are much better than regular crunches. My abs actually feel these, whereas I suspect I could pump out a few hundred crunches before feeling it.

We also did partner push-ups, where you get held in the wheelbarrow position by your buddy then do the push-ups. I suck tremendously at these. My push-ups are very girly-man. They are much better than they were a year ago, though, so I ought to be thankful. I think the wing chung and the pole dance classes have gone a long way toward building up this weak, weak area of mine.

When I grow up, I wanna be a muscle man.

Too bad I'm drinking a glass of pop, which will be converted to fat which will hide all my muscles. Ah well. Sometimes wishes get washed under by sugary drinks. Heh.

Here are some links!

Frog Umbrella: This photo is screamingly cute.

Fighting Lions: This photo makes me glad I wasn't close by. Yikes.

Blood Puddle Pillows: I want one!

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