So I've just been rollerskating for the first time in my life! Sas, Kate and I went to the Kilbirnie rink, where we were surrounded (and humiliated) by small children on inlines, skateboards and scooters, but whatevs. It was hella fun, and now I have bruises in improbable places and a new weekly sport... thing. I couldn't find any safety gear that ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm quite poor and worried about my parents (who are still stuck in Abu Dhabi while the universtiy in Oman dicks around with paperwork), but I have been cheered up by a number of awesome things this week. Mostly fictional things, but that is, alas, how I roll ( Read more... )

If yes, do I care as long as I have leftovers?

I finally figured out how to do crispy-coated stirfry pork, and I'm still making periodic om nom noises even now that it's all gone. *sadface* But here's the recipe! ( For my own reference as much as anyone else's: )

Bear with me, I am going to ramble about swimming in a totally amateur way.

The weird thing about swimming as a form of exercise (aside from everything else that's weird about it, on a fundamental level) - it's hard to tell when you're really exerting yourself. Or, well, it's a different system for telling. ( Bear in mind I'm using the word 'you' pretty liberally here, but, anyway: )

Today I swam. Yes yes! And I had a whole lane to myself, no other swimmers buggering up my stroke!

My very out of practice stroke, of course, since I have not actually swam in... wow, a long time. Like, four or five years. It was like using muscles that had almost atrophied. My legs ache, my nose stings, I have a stitch in my side and my hair is ( Read more... )