Things...
Haven't updated in a while. Not a lot worth mentioning, but maybe it's time to empty my head a little. The second year of university is over, and I'm kicking back in Brighton for a while. Other people still have exams or are messing around in the house, and I'm getting to the point where I just want them to move out and leave the house to me. People who are mildly annoying for five minutes become Majorly Annoying after nearly a year.
I need a house of my own. Shall scour the property magazine tonight for dream home.
Started my job with JP the Dancing God Man last week, helping out at his hip hop classes for under-10s. Twenty-odd six to ten year olds busting some moves is a sight to see. It's also really fun, although feeling a little bit out of my depth in places. I think I've got the hang of it now, though. The physical activity is really good to be doing, and stops me thinking about things I shouldn't think about. Hurrah! Plus it's more time with the Dancing God Man. And he's PAYING ME for the pleasure!
That sounded a little bit like I'm his personal whore. I wish...
In other news, my money is mysteriously disappearing, and I'm at a loss as to where... But I'm sure it's all accountable for, if I actually count up how much I spend on random stuff. It just surprises me.
Booked my first driving lesson for Thursday, so everybody in Brighton and Hove should stay off the road. Preferably stay in their houses. Still, it's a good step, and I'm looking forward to it. It's about time I could ferry myself around and stop relying on the unreliable public transport system. Also the Dancing God Man said I couldn't be part of his empire unless I learnt how to drive.
Yes, he's mentioned training me up so he can give me a job as one of his teachers. He wants me to teach FOR him, or something of that ilk. He also said he has to turn me into a b-girl, which is something of a tall order, but we'll see how we go... Part of me thinks that would be awesome. The other part of me thinks about how much pain I am in today after learning two breaking moves on Monday with the kids, and that I must be an idiot to think that I can ever be remotely good at it. Still. Next week, the gym and the pool between driving lessons and dance classes. Whilst I'm in Brighton, I might as well do something useful and productive and attempt to build some body strength .
Been thinking a lot about the people I know and why I know them. Been feeling sort of old and done with university, and ready for a job and more independence still. I miss the people I know who are older or more mature, and going for the cheapest night out isn't that appealing. I'd rather go somewhere nicer, more expensive, if it means better music, fewer people, more space. My aims seem to be shifting in a different direction to a lot of my friends here, towards more longterm things, more meaningful things.
And away from housemates who tell me who I should bank with and where to buy my food from. Shut up, please.
I need new music and new clothes. This need is never satisfied it would seem.
Need to make plans for next year. Need to get the books in, start reading, and start working out what I'll be doing for the dance society and potential jobbery. I think plans might be the way forward.
Also: thinking about things that I used to be scared of. Not so scared any longer. I can take it.
I need a house of my own. Shall scour the property magazine tonight for dream home.
Started my job with JP the Dancing God Man last week, helping out at his hip hop classes for under-10s. Twenty-odd six to ten year olds busting some moves is a sight to see. It's also really fun, although feeling a little bit out of my depth in places. I think I've got the hang of it now, though. The physical activity is really good to be doing, and stops me thinking about things I shouldn't think about. Hurrah! Plus it's more time with the Dancing God Man. And he's PAYING ME for the pleasure!
That sounded a little bit like I'm his personal whore. I wish...
In other news, my money is mysteriously disappearing, and I'm at a loss as to where... But I'm sure it's all accountable for, if I actually count up how much I spend on random stuff. It just surprises me.
Booked my first driving lesson for Thursday, so everybody in Brighton and Hove should stay off the road. Preferably stay in their houses. Still, it's a good step, and I'm looking forward to it. It's about time I could ferry myself around and stop relying on the unreliable public transport system. Also the Dancing God Man said I couldn't be part of his empire unless I learnt how to drive.
Yes, he's mentioned training me up so he can give me a job as one of his teachers. He wants me to teach FOR him, or something of that ilk. He also said he has to turn me into a b-girl, which is something of a tall order, but we'll see how we go... Part of me thinks that would be awesome. The other part of me thinks about how much pain I am in today after learning two breaking moves on Monday with the kids, and that I must be an idiot to think that I can ever be remotely good at it. Still. Next week, the gym and the pool between driving lessons and dance classes. Whilst I'm in Brighton, I might as well do something useful and productive and attempt to build some body strength .
Been thinking a lot about the people I know and why I know them. Been feeling sort of old and done with university, and ready for a job and more independence still. I miss the people I know who are older or more mature, and going for the cheapest night out isn't that appealing. I'd rather go somewhere nicer, more expensive, if it means better music, fewer people, more space. My aims seem to be shifting in a different direction to a lot of my friends here, towards more longterm things, more meaningful things.
And away from housemates who tell me who I should bank with and where to buy my food from. Shut up, please.
I need new music and new clothes. This need is never satisfied it would seem.
Need to make plans for next year. Need to get the books in, start reading, and start working out what I'll be doing for the dance society and potential jobbery. I think plans might be the way forward.
Also: thinking about things that I used to be scared of. Not so scared any longer. I can take it.