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The Plague

Placing 12 individuals in the same room for 9hr days has taken its toll. We've been dropping like flies, but instead of the common cold, we've opted for the dreaded stomach flu. Poor buggers. While we acted "After Miss Julie" in class, our lives became a horrible realisation of "And Then There Were None". Those of us who weren't hit (knock on wood) have come to College with that dreaded feeling in the pit of the stomach:  Could it be me next? Jo was confused as to whether her stomach upset was due to infection or nerves, and Becky has been faint on multiple occasions. As for me, I biked to College, wondering why on earth last night's take-away was gurgling uncomfortably in the stomach.

Laura suggested I just needed a poo.

Fun and Exciting News

Gigs Galore

I gigged at The Red Hot World Buffet again, this time filling in for a singer of a jazz band. Fortunately for me, they were all really nice. Unfortunately for me, I wore a tight black skirt that limited my all-you-can-eat capacity. Still an awesome night :)

Look, Ma! I Made New Friends!

Patience and Vigilance

My final package from Australia arrives, 4 months later than expected. I paid approximately 4 times more than I expected too. The satisfaction of consolidating my belongings, however, is priceless. Thank you +Alexis Porter for helping me out!

I am Finally Reunited with My Beaten Soldier

Gluttony at its Finest

The eating continues at Severn Point, where the lines between "baby" and "food baby" are indistinguishable.

She's Got that Pregnant Glow 

Delight Replaces Desolation

The green peeks out in the Sun today! Here's the view from my practice room.

It's Springtime for Cardiffians!

Sole Reader in Machu Pichu

Yes, I believe @Eliot Johnson has continued his allegiance to my blog, even when vacationing. Shout out to my loveable and enthusiastic friend! Hope the food's nice down there.

Final Thoughts:  Tweaking Mentally

Humans are intuitive, but they are also very Very stupid in their intuition. In order to make thought processes faster (yay, right?) we end up compartmentalising (ew, yuck). We see something and assume we like/dislike it because of previous judgements. Unfortunately for some of us, we put ourselves in boxes. Most people in my course don't consider themselves dancers, but we all dance. What's the difference between "one who dances" and a "dancer"? 

Finally, I tie in the title of the blog. Humans are not binary code. We are not a series of "yeses" and "no's". We exist on a spectrum. We are complex. We are more than the compartments we create for ourselves. I urge you to consider yourself as a dynamic person, who is capable of an infinite array of emotions, states of mind, states of body, etc. By compartmentalising, we sell ourselves short; we deny ourselves the ability to grow, simply by placing ourselves in categories. So Stop It (copyright 2014, Sal Horton). 

Fin.