Cosmic Lemur Made Me Do It

Waaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii YA!

2005-08-02T20:53:00.000-07:00

Jeeeeeeeeeeeeebus Q…
I’ve got a bruised nose, a throbbing head, a sore cheek, my collar bone playing up, a slight limp, and matt-burns somehow on the top of my foot.
Kickboxing really takes it out of me. In a good way, that is.
Forty-five minutes of non-stop boxing. I’ll admit, the classes don’t seem as strenuous as they did before I got my black belt, but that doesn’t stop me from waking up in the morning and feeling lots of pain.
Adrenaline kicks off when you start sparring. Especially when you find yourself going three rounds with an enthusiastic second dan. Especially when you get tired in the third round and he punches you straight on the nose. I believe that’s part of the reason why I have a splintering headache right about now.
The other part must be when I got bopped again. I’m too busy protecting my breasts from all the blokes who seem to forget that I have them. They have groin guards for the men, so why not breast guards.
Even though I can openly say I took a beating tonight, I went home with the satisfaction that I got a few sweet hits in myself that made some people reluctant to fight me again. Not the big blokes, though, only people my size. Sigh.
It’s like a strange high (not TOO Fight Club-like, but it’s true) albeit doesn’t last very long. When the adrenaline vanishes and I stop shaking like a leaf, I actually feel in a lot of pain. Like now. Owwie… :(

The Artistic Scribble Named 'Bother'

2005-07-18T17:06:00.000-07:00

Ooooh, bother. I'm sounding like Winnie the Pooh already.
It seems I've been so long without a proper break, I really don't know what to do with myself.
I'm tearing through so many books and manga. Love Hina, Battle Royale, Angel Santuary like there's no tomorrow. Which there is. An endless stretch of unstructured time which I might as well enjoy as the gigantic hand of fate may squash me like a bug under it's gigantic index finger this time next month.
I've already read One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. Plus my Geisha book. Plus Fight Club. In an attempt to get myself to just STOP, I managed to devour the new Harry Potter in less than 48 hours.
Trying to pick up all the things I dropped before my revision. Drawing, sparring at karate, friends, writing Sailor Ferret. I'm even trying to organise a trip to Alton Towers, but, as that's getting increasingly complicated and is constantly mocking my severely poor organising capabilities, I'd settle for a beach someplace.
One hour until work, and my stomach is grinding with cramps. I think I'll go lie down, the basket of oestrogen that I am.

Entry The First

2005-07-15T02:03:00.000-07:00

Whoa, it's been ages since I've been on blogger.com. So long, in fact, that my last blog withered and died from neglect and failed to be resusitated. I actually started Sailor Ferret on here about a year ago, too. Jeebus.
I like making blogs, keeping diaries. Not as a two-dimensional outlet related to a tree to pour all my deepest darkest thoughts, but as a source of entertainment. Well, they make me laugh years later. I suppose that's better than making me cringe, at any rate.
I hate Times New Roman with a passionate passion, and my fingers taste like strawberries and the room fragrance is tangerine.
Dude. I'm off to consume more fruit.