Wow, it’s apparently been a really busy week, because I haven’t updated since my last quiet Sunday shift. How time flies! Anyway, grappling today was super-awesome, made slightly less super-awesome by my teeny-weeny hangover. I seriously would not even have noticed it, except we were doing goddamned combat somersaults again. We barely ever do those, why do they always happen on the days after parties? I somersaulted like a champ for a while, but once we got to monkey-style (that really just the normal kind, which is the most dizzy-making, as it turns out, I’m now a somersault connoisseur), I had to stop halfway through. Just… just not worth the risk.
We ran out of time and the end, so no rolling today. But Jodie and I did get to slam each other into the mat a whole bunch, and in the end, isn’t that what matters? I learned how to do a two leg take-down! We also did an exercise called The Panther, which sounds really elegant and regal but when I do it just looks like crap. I like it anyway, because you sort of look like Spiderman climbing a wall.
Last night was a lovely party with lovely party people. At some point there may be a photo of me chugging wine straight out of the bottle. Please let it be known, this was for photo-op purposes only, I delicately sip my wine from the bottle like a lady. Other party shenanigans involved me at one point doing stomach crunches while eating potato chips. I also “learned” to play Settlers of Catan, by which I mean, I learned I am awesome at rolling dice, seriously, it is a gift. Also at some point I think I agreed to play water polo and submit an article to DJIM.
Night before that, out with kickboxers to say goodbye to Phil, who is leaving
forever a few months to go to Mars England. These were different kickboxers than I’ve gone out with before, and it was just delightful. We went out right after kickboxing class, too, but at least with time to shower and change because I don’t really bring a change of clothes with me. The class was fun. We were doing, like, 100 jabs, 100 crosses, 100 uppercuts, 100 hooks. Gerald teased me about taking the ‘aerobics’ approach at first, and made me stop and punch like a fighter.
I had my second and, sniff, last Bollywood dance class on Thursday. Yeah, I was the only one to show up, not really the basis of a sustainable class. Dammit! There’s a flamenco class at the same time, I might go to that based on the sound principle of ‘why the fuck not?’ The last class was fun, anyway. It was like a private lesson with Monique! And then I raided her playlist, because she has the best music!
And before that, classes! Like, school classes, my first full week. I managed to already do one presentation, because I am a boring keener. The Business Intelligence class involves reading business news and talking about it in class 2-3 times in the term, which will almost certainly get me reading business news like a crazy person and bringing it up every week, because if there’s one thing I can do, it’s read the goddamned news like a competition. For reals, it’s like a ploy designed specifically to get me to read business news, only Shannon. My online class, Records Management, looks like it’ll be taking place in a classroom, where everyone chats online with the prof while she talks into a headset. The kinks are getting ironed out, is what I’m saying. I honestly kind of prefer classrooms, anyway, so whatever, brightside.
Now, I am at work. I went to throw out some trash, and they appear to have moved my trashcan. Seriously, where the hell is my poubelle? Also, I don’t know who that “they” is, I just know my trashcan didn’t move itself. This isn’t Beauty and the Beast. Or is it?