I was a pink ball of fur.
I don't know why, or what the fuck is wrong, but I couldn't fall asleep last night again. I went to bed at 10:30 already, though, so when I was still awake an hour later, it wasn't so bad. The air is just so dry and I keep feeling parched and like I can't breathe. It's weird because it never bothered me before, plus I don't leave the portable radiator - which makes the air dry - on at night.
I tried keeping the window open, but only a little, because it's cold. It helped a bit, but not much. In the end, I drenched a towel and put it on the heating (the regular one, not the electric thing), because that's supposed to help make the air more humid.
I fell asleep at some point, for not very long, and I woke up with a gasp (literally), throat all dry. Ugh. I kept waking up all night, though, and tossing and turning.
In the morning, I was in the middle of a dream when my alarm rang. I hate it when that happens, being torn out of a dream always makes me feel double sleepy and tired. The dream was interesting, though! It consisted of multiple parts, or episodes.
In the first part, I created a puppet/clone. It looked like a dummy and had no face, and I explained to a friend that the soul is not going to wake up to life unless confronted with something that would wake the emotions in her. The dummy was packaged in a box, kind of like the boxes Barbie dolls come in, and I thought it was safe to just leave her in a store room or carry her around like that. Then, suddenly, I was carrying the dummy up some hill/stairs, or something, or she was being transported by someone else. And she passed a boy and he was beautiful, or something like that, I don't exactly remember - either way, she woke up and was alive, which was not what I had been planning.
Anyway, so now my friend was yelling at me: what are you going to do with her now, huh?! We walked around (there were four of us - me, the dummy/clone, the friend and the boy/male friend), the friend and the dummy crying, me being stubborn.
Then that scene dissolved and the second part followed. We arrived at some summer house, my cousins were lounging in the sun in front of the house. It was in the middle of a town, though there was some free area around there - grass, trees... I joined my cousins to laze around on the lawn, while my clone, my friend, and the boy decided to play volleyball. I told them that I hate volleyball and didn't join. They didn't really play volleyball, though, it was more like... tennis? softball? (I know that one of them was a pitcher. She looked like Alice in the vampire baseball scene in Twilight, haha.)
I watched them play and it was like watching manga characters come alive and move on the pages of a comic. It was very odd. The boy from earlier now looked like Johnny (manga version of himself) and he wore a black-red outfit with a star emblazoned on the left side of his chest. Then, suddenly, the ball they were throwing morphed and it meant that the scene was dissolving/changing.
I remember that there was a scene with a square and a tall obelisc/pillar/monument in the middle of it, but I don't remember what it was about. The next one, though, was of me and the boy (who was sort of like my companion through the story?) and we were in the past - it was like an episode from my memories; we had gone through all kinds of games/adventures together? We were high up among the sailyards/sails of a yacht/oldfashioned ship (pirate ship?) and we looked like a pair of... munchkins. Furry balls, really, kind of like Pokemon or something? He was green and I was pink and we were very little. (That's why I say it was a game, or something, because we didn't look like people.) We were climbing down a rope ladder and it seemed neverending and it was swaying in the wind, plus we had to be careful that the crew down on the deck doesn't notice. In the end, we got closer to the deck... and then the scene was gone.
We were going to a fashion show, all glammed up. There was me, there was the boy (I called him Johnny, though he looked more like the grown up version of Simon from Beautiful People), there were a few more girls, there was Astrid (a French classmate) in a horribly tacky, sequin-covered dress. We had a billion of suitcases and took a limo to the show?
Then we were at a school, because the fashion show took place in a school? I remember just flashes: Johnny rejecting some guy trying to hit on him while we were watching the show. Running into Gwyneth Paltrow in the corridor - she was one of the designers?? We asked her for autographs, which she promptly gave us, because she was friends with Johnny and totally warmed up once she got a bissous-bissous greeting from him. Then we were in a classroom full of teenagers; it had postcards from Moscow all over on one wall and it read Москв underneath. I pointed out that there's an A missing at the end - it seemed really important for some reason, but they told me that they know that. Then we were leaving, I was in the hallway, and saw Johnny mess with some girl/break her heart/something like that. I came up to him, annoyed, and said something along the lines of: Do you have to keep screwing around with everyone? He looked at me, batted his eyelashes (which, by the way, had mascara on them. And he was wearing a pink shirt and a vest and still looking like Simon), he stepped closer, arm around my waist, screwing around? he said, perfectly aware of his prettiness and the effect it has on people. I wanted to stay mad at him, but it was hard, so I struggled. And then there was a woman - a teacher? - pulling at his collar and pulling him away with a stern look. And that was when I woke up.
I didn't feel very well in the morning, plus the weather was horrible - rain, wind, ugh. But I knew I'd hate myself if I didn't go skating, so I went. There were some kids - a little boy's birthday party, it seemed. But it wasn't so bad. Again, my spins were brilliant in the first part of the session, and I could keep them centered very often, which makes me SO.HAPPY. I still can't do a proper backspin to save my life - three, four rotations at most, and very wobbly ones. How can this be so much harder when the only difference is the leg I'm standing on?! And how do I learn this?
Another thing I was proud of was my loop. I sort of remembered to properly use the knee of my free leg to launch myself up, and dude, you wouldn't believe how much difference that makes. Sometimes, when I jump the loop, I land them on two feet because I just don't have enough elevation/time to complete the rotation and ride out. When I remember to use my free leg, wow, they go up so much higher!
My twizzles suck, probably because I haven't been practicing them. Toeloop's still bad, salchow still decent, no progress on the flip, or anything else. My forward crossovers sucked today, they felt all kinds of uncomfortable. I always found back crossovers easier and I still do. I made minor progress on the forward slaloms - 3turn - backwards slaloms - 3turn - forward slaloms (etc.). The second three turn and the following slaloms (back 3turn into forward slaloms) is where the problem is; I can't seem to get the motion right, to just flow continuously into the next curve. Today, I could do it a little better than before, but only a little.
There was an old man at the rink (on really vintage skates) who came over and asked me something, which I barely understood, and then he said that this was super (my skating). I left after 1.5hours because I just felt very out of energy, and the ice was bad.
I did laundry in the afternoon, because the sun came out for a bit, and running to the launderette in the sun >> running there in the rain. I didn't even spend as much money as I usually do, because I finally figured out how to use the wringing machine (the washing machines there don't really do that very much) and therefore my poor clothes didn't have to suffer in the dryer that long.
This means that I can finally go see Slumdog Millionaire tomorrow in the morning. :)
I tried keeping the window open, but only a little, because it's cold. It helped a bit, but not much. In the end, I drenched a towel and put it on the heating (the regular one, not the electric thing), because that's supposed to help make the air more humid.
I fell asleep at some point, for not very long, and I woke up with a gasp (literally), throat all dry. Ugh. I kept waking up all night, though, and tossing and turning.
In the morning, I was in the middle of a dream when my alarm rang. I hate it when that happens, being torn out of a dream always makes me feel double sleepy and tired. The dream was interesting, though! It consisted of multiple parts, or episodes.
In the first part, I created a puppet/clone. It looked like a dummy and had no face, and I explained to a friend that the soul is not going to wake up to life unless confronted with something that would wake the emotions in her. The dummy was packaged in a box, kind of like the boxes Barbie dolls come in, and I thought it was safe to just leave her in a store room or carry her around like that. Then, suddenly, I was carrying the dummy up some hill/stairs, or something, or she was being transported by someone else. And she passed a boy and he was beautiful, or something like that, I don't exactly remember - either way, she woke up and was alive, which was not what I had been planning.
Anyway, so now my friend was yelling at me: what are you going to do with her now, huh?! We walked around (there were four of us - me, the dummy/clone, the friend and the boy/male friend), the friend and the dummy crying, me being stubborn.
Then that scene dissolved and the second part followed. We arrived at some summer house, my cousins were lounging in the sun in front of the house. It was in the middle of a town, though there was some free area around there - grass, trees... I joined my cousins to laze around on the lawn, while my clone, my friend, and the boy decided to play volleyball. I told them that I hate volleyball and didn't join. They didn't really play volleyball, though, it was more like... tennis? softball? (I know that one of them was a pitcher. She looked like Alice in the vampire baseball scene in Twilight, haha.)
I watched them play and it was like watching manga characters come alive and move on the pages of a comic. It was very odd. The boy from earlier now looked like Johnny (manga version of himself) and he wore a black-red outfit with a star emblazoned on the left side of his chest. Then, suddenly, the ball they were throwing morphed and it meant that the scene was dissolving/changing.
I remember that there was a scene with a square and a tall obelisc/pillar/monument in the middle of it, but I don't remember what it was about. The next one, though, was of me and the boy (who was sort of like my companion through the story?) and we were in the past - it was like an episode from my memories; we had gone through all kinds of games/adventures together? We were high up among the sailyards/sails of a yacht/oldfashioned ship (pirate ship?) and we looked like a pair of... munchkins. Furry balls, really, kind of like Pokemon or something? He was green and I was pink and we were very little. (That's why I say it was a game, or something, because we didn't look like people.) We were climbing down a rope ladder and it seemed neverending and it was swaying in the wind, plus we had to be careful that the crew down on the deck doesn't notice. In the end, we got closer to the deck... and then the scene was gone.
We were going to a fashion show, all glammed up. There was me, there was the boy (I called him Johnny, though he looked more like the grown up version of Simon from Beautiful People), there were a few more girls, there was Astrid (a French classmate) in a horribly tacky, sequin-covered dress. We had a billion of suitcases and took a limo to the show?
Then we were at a school, because the fashion show took place in a school? I remember just flashes: Johnny rejecting some guy trying to hit on him while we were watching the show. Running into Gwyneth Paltrow in the corridor - she was one of the designers?? We asked her for autographs, which she promptly gave us, because she was friends with Johnny and totally warmed up once she got a bissous-bissous greeting from him. Then we were in a classroom full of teenagers; it had postcards from Moscow all over on one wall and it read Москв underneath. I pointed out that there's an A missing at the end - it seemed really important for some reason, but they told me that they know that. Then we were leaving, I was in the hallway, and saw Johnny mess with some girl/break her heart/something like that. I came up to him, annoyed, and said something along the lines of: Do you have to keep screwing around with everyone? He looked at me, batted his eyelashes (which, by the way, had mascara on them. And he was wearing a pink shirt and a vest and still looking like Simon), he stepped closer, arm around my waist, screwing around? he said, perfectly aware of his prettiness and the effect it has on people. I wanted to stay mad at him, but it was hard, so I struggled. And then there was a woman - a teacher? - pulling at his collar and pulling him away with a stern look. And that was when I woke up.
I didn't feel very well in the morning, plus the weather was horrible - rain, wind, ugh. But I knew I'd hate myself if I didn't go skating, so I went. There were some kids - a little boy's birthday party, it seemed. But it wasn't so bad. Again, my spins were brilliant in the first part of the session, and I could keep them centered very often, which makes me SO.HAPPY. I still can't do a proper backspin to save my life - three, four rotations at most, and very wobbly ones. How can this be so much harder when the only difference is the leg I'm standing on?! And how do I learn this?
Another thing I was proud of was my loop. I sort of remembered to properly use the knee of my free leg to launch myself up, and dude, you wouldn't believe how much difference that makes. Sometimes, when I jump the loop, I land them on two feet because I just don't have enough elevation/time to complete the rotation and ride out. When I remember to use my free leg, wow, they go up so much higher!
My twizzles suck, probably because I haven't been practicing them. Toeloop's still bad, salchow still decent, no progress on the flip, or anything else. My forward crossovers sucked today, they felt all kinds of uncomfortable. I always found back crossovers easier and I still do. I made minor progress on the forward slaloms - 3turn - backwards slaloms - 3turn - forward slaloms (etc.). The second three turn and the following slaloms (back 3turn into forward slaloms) is where the problem is; I can't seem to get the motion right, to just flow continuously into the next curve. Today, I could do it a little better than before, but only a little.
There was an old man at the rink (on really vintage skates) who came over and asked me something, which I barely understood, and then he said that this was super (my skating). I left after 1.5hours because I just felt very out of energy, and the ice was bad.
I did laundry in the afternoon, because the sun came out for a bit, and running to the launderette in the sun >> running there in the rain. I didn't even spend as much money as I usually do, because I finally figured out how to use the wringing machine (the washing machines there don't really do that very much) and therefore my poor clothes didn't have to suffer in the dryer that long.
This means that I can finally go see Slumdog Millionaire tomorrow in the morning. :)