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I'm getting to the point where I can compose simple Latin sentences, written or spoken, without needing to look anything up. It's a small victory, but one I'm proud of. I continue to practice reading Latin aloud pretty much every day. I still can't read it as quickly as I can English, but it's coming along. I just have to keep practicing, so my comprehension continues to improve. I'm just so darned scattered. Where the heck did my self-discipline go? Maybe it disappeared when my muscles did.
I taught myself poi. I will teach myself Latin. My determination says so.
BACK TO THE GYM! Yes. I miss the structure of my martial arts training and my academic years. Gotta get myself motivated again, especially now that my lungs are mostly recovered from my battle with the cold.
The past week or so has been pretty stressful, and I went for a lengthy power walk with Steph. It calmed her killing rage, and settled my jangled nerves. We marched until we were wobbly and in pain. And then we went out for hot chocolate with Matt at Coffee Culture. It's great to have a coffee place close by that's open late. We chatted for a while, and then, even though my hips were killing me from the walk, I managed to piggy-back Steph for half a block. It was a lot harder to carry her than it should have been. I've become weak, I say. WEAK!
Gotta get back into doing squats and lunges. My badonkadonk is gone, and my big ol' muscle legs have been replaced with skinny little pipe cleaner thingermabobs. I miss my big muscles. Now I'm just a scrawny chick. Boo!
I will use this photo of myself as motivation. I looked like this not too long ago. Check out those biceps! I had some serious guns, a couple of years ago. And I can again. Fuck the bad foot. Fuck the bad lungs. I miss my mightiness. Pole class and weight training, here I come.
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Link time.
Miniature Moss Garden: Maybe I'll try this out this summer. Might be nice to have a little moss garden beside my computer.
I Breastfeed My Dog: So very odd, really.
Experts stunned by swan 'divorce' at Slimbridge wetland: So they don't always mate for life. I'm intrigued by how the ex-lovers do not acknowledge one another despite living in close proximity.
Mom forces son to kill hamster for bad grade: Tough love.
Young Christopher Walken: Made my jaw drop, and then I said "oh" in a little voice. Niiiiiiice.
The Venezuelan ice-cream parlour with 860 different flavours: I think I'd pass on the sardines-in-brandy flavour.
I taught myself poi. I will teach myself Latin. My determination says so.
BACK TO THE GYM! Yes. I miss the structure of my martial arts training and my academic years. Gotta get myself motivated again, especially now that my lungs are mostly recovered from my battle with the cold.
The past week or so has been pretty stressful, and I went for a lengthy power walk with Steph. It calmed her killing rage, and settled my jangled nerves. We marched until we were wobbly and in pain. And then we went out for hot chocolate with Matt at Coffee Culture. It's great to have a coffee place close by that's open late. We chatted for a while, and then, even though my hips were killing me from the walk, I managed to piggy-back Steph for half a block. It was a lot harder to carry her than it should have been. I've become weak, I say. WEAK!
Gotta get back into doing squats and lunges. My badonkadonk is gone, and my big ol' muscle legs have been replaced with skinny little pipe cleaner thingermabobs. I miss my big muscles. Now I'm just a scrawny chick. Boo!
I will use this photo of myself as motivation. I looked like this not too long ago. Check out those biceps! I had some serious guns, a couple of years ago. And I can again. Fuck the bad foot. Fuck the bad lungs. I miss my mightiness. Pole class and weight training, here I come.
Link time.
Miniature Moss Garden: Maybe I'll try this out this summer. Might be nice to have a little moss garden beside my computer.
I Breastfeed My Dog: So very odd, really.
Experts stunned by swan 'divorce' at Slimbridge wetland: So they don't always mate for life. I'm intrigued by how the ex-lovers do not acknowledge one another despite living in close proximity.
Mom forces son to kill hamster for bad grade: Tough love.
Young Christopher Walken: Made my jaw drop, and then I said "oh" in a little voice. Niiiiiiice.
The Venezuelan ice-cream parlour with 860 different flavours: I think I'd pass on the sardines-in-brandy flavour.
