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Bah, emotions. They are annoying. Last week I went kickboxing with some people from school (as part of the stupid early morning sports program). I hated it. I hated holding the big black pillow so my partner could kick it, I hated the place it was in, I hated the exercises we had to do (I should mention I generally dislike most sports). But I thought I would survive, the lesson would only last one and a half hours, after all.
But no. It wasn't long before I burst into tears. Now, I hardly ever cry. I wish I could cry more often, I think crying is just as important as laughing. Sometimes at the end of a really tiring day I think just being able to cry would do me good. But no. So obviously, crying in front of people is something I've done maybe once or twice since I turned ten (my best friend and family don't count, of course).
And there I was, in that stupid kickboxing basement, bawling, and I didn't know why. I still don't really know why. Maybe all that punching helped let out emotions, I don't know.
My sports teacher was funny, though. He asked me what was wrong and I told him I didn't know (I think I said "I'm a woman, we just cry" which was kind of... dumb). He said "you know, there is a full moon coming up", as if I was really influenced by the moon. Ha. There might be a tiny bit of truth in that - my mum used to work at a hospital, and on full moon there were more people in the emergency ward than usual - but this has never happened before, so I doubt it's that.
It doesn't even really matter. I just wanted to write it down.
***
On happier news! I've spoken to my parents about how much I dislike my bedroom (it still looks like a thirteen-year-old lives in there), so they've agreed, as a birthday present, to get me new furniture and stuff.
I can't wait. It was my sister's idea - she's a lot better at all that interior design stuff than I am. I can sit around for weeks thinking "I know I don't like my room, and I know I want to change it, but I don't know how..." while she, in the space of one afternoon, comes up with all these ideas that make you go "of course!".
So. We live in a renovated farm house, and my room is at the front of the house, where they used to keep the hay. There's a loft in my room! It's uber-cool. So far, my bed's been on the loft, and everything else sort of scrambled underneath. My sister said I should change it around, have my bed under the loft, and set up bookshelves on top, so I have like a mini library. How cool would that be? :D There are all these obnoxious, jealousy-inducing books about famous libraries, or famous people and their libraries, and I look through them and want my own library-space. Now maybe I'll actually get it. :D
But no. It wasn't long before I burst into tears. Now, I hardly ever cry. I wish I could cry more often, I think crying is just as important as laughing. Sometimes at the end of a really tiring day I think just being able to cry would do me good. But no. So obviously, crying in front of people is something I've done maybe once or twice since I turned ten (my best friend and family don't count, of course).
And there I was, in that stupid kickboxing basement, bawling, and I didn't know why. I still don't really know why. Maybe all that punching helped let out emotions, I don't know.
My sports teacher was funny, though. He asked me what was wrong and I told him I didn't know (I think I said "I'm a woman, we just cry" which was kind of... dumb). He said "you know, there is a full moon coming up", as if I was really influenced by the moon. Ha. There might be a tiny bit of truth in that - my mum used to work at a hospital, and on full moon there were more people in the emergency ward than usual - but this has never happened before, so I doubt it's that.
It doesn't even really matter. I just wanted to write it down.
***
On happier news! I've spoken to my parents about how much I dislike my bedroom (it still looks like a thirteen-year-old lives in there), so they've agreed, as a birthday present, to get me new furniture and stuff.
I can't wait. It was my sister's idea - she's a lot better at all that interior design stuff than I am. I can sit around for weeks thinking "I know I don't like my room, and I know I want to change it, but I don't know how..." while she, in the space of one afternoon, comes up with all these ideas that make you go "of course!".
So. We live in a renovated farm house, and my room is at the front of the house, where they used to keep the hay. There's a loft in my room! It's uber-cool. So far, my bed's been on the loft, and everything else sort of scrambled underneath. My sister said I should change it around, have my bed under the loft, and set up bookshelves on top, so I have like a mini library. How cool would that be? :D There are all these obnoxious, jealousy-inducing books about famous libraries, or famous people and their libraries, and I look through them and want my own library-space. Now maybe I'll actually get it. :D