Power On

Self-Inflicted Blows

It's been a month back in Cardiff, and I have been enjoying the ride. There are moments when I think, "gosh, could I be luckier?" followed by moments where I think "why? why? why!? Did that actually have to happen?" I go through moments where my longings for comfort and stability coexist with my desire to be independent, creative, and progressive. Where does that lead me, but a place in which I constantly have internal battles?

Well, I'm bruised. The other day, Tommy asked, "what are you going to do when I leave?" and I retorted with "what are You going to do?!" But in a sense he's right. Without the support system of college or family in Cardiff, it's difficult to find one's grounding. Tommy would constantly remind me to take a break and just chill with him (most often I'm reluctant to do this), so it'll be a weird change when we graduate this June and he goes home to China...

He Plays Me Tunes, He Gives Me Trousers
(when mine are wet after being caught in the rain Plus I got a flat tyre, AiYaiYai!)

I realise the last time I hugged someone was over a week ago. Is this human?!

I am superhuman.

The Perks of Being Superhuman

Leaving a Good Impression

I had my first shift at Sweet Café and Bakery where I was actually serving customers, not painting the doors (btw, I'm so proud of the doors, please come visit the café and admire the doors, then buy a lemon drizzle or a victoria sponge because our cakes are made of gold). I tried my best to smile and make the customers feel welcome, while having internal doubts over what I should be doing and where I should be going, etc. It was an exhausting day, but well worth it. I made friends in the customers and even recognised someone from RWCMD. Win!

I had my zorb football training session/interview today. I thought the zorbs were WAY overrated; you could barely breathe in there due to being in a plastic bubble Plus having your arms strapped tightly to your chest, but after you got used to the sensation, it was a hoot. What fun it is to run around being knocked down incessantly and struggle to get back up to one's feet by rolling around to no avail? Seriously, this was a hectic experience. All the cute boys ganged up on me to knock me over... or perhaps I tried to knock them over first, show them who's boss (I failed). I also discourage you from farting in the zorbs. You are then stuck in a plastic bubble with your fart and very little access to fresh air. Beware!!!!!

We also had a few rounds of dodgeball in which I was loving life. Gosh, is dodgeball not the best game in the world (aside from tennis)? It is! After the session, I went back to speak to the trainer, and he said I was his "number 1" - I don't know exactly what that means, but I have a feeling I got the job!

Sticking to Your Guns

Waiting at New Theatre (where Andrew Machin works xxx)

Another perk of being Superhuman is to roll with the punches and stick to it! After a hectic week last week, I tried to reassess what I wanted and to knuckle down on it. I organised to meet the Manchester and London constituents of my agency, I joined the RWCMD's tap class, and I had one of my most joyous singing sessions with James to date. I also watched two shows: Spamelot at the New Theatre, and Carol and I watched "Mr. and Mrs. Clark's Medicine Show" at Chapter. Everything I've seen thus far at Chapter has been a hoot; actor/dancer/musos creating a story in small spaces. God bless the intimacy of black box theatres!

Outside Chapter Theatre; How Awesome is this Mobile Bookstore + Sal Shadow!?

You know who else is superhuman?

Dill. He had surgery to remove his 2kg tumour, and had to spend a night in hospital due to complications in the surgery. We didn't know whether he would make it or not, but alas, he did. His recovery was not easy; he wanted so much to revert to his old habits, but with stitches and a drainage tube, plus all the doggy pills he was taking, he was constantly in discomfort. However, he had an assortment of snazzy outfits to cover his wound. Go Dill!

He Has Now Made a Full Recovery - Even More - He's the Happiest I've Ever Seen Him.

Simple Little Things

So here's the LD (that's an abbreviation for "Low Down", Mom). I tend to find pleasure in silly little things and that's that. One of them was going over to Tommy's and scraping the pan clean of potatoes (he can eat those ribs).

Another thing (definitely) were my finds on freecycle/freegle/gumtree freebies. These are community forums where you can post something you want/offer - one person's trash is another person's treasure, am I right? I got this wonderful assortment of good quality plastic containers plus I got a USB cable for my printer (I refused to buy one because I lost mine... in the house). Now that I've received a few things on these forums, I hope to contribute in some way. One person was looking for trinkets for their wedding, and I told them I'd sing for them if they wanted! I am really freaking crazy!

Pristine Condition.

And with that, I think I'll leave you to your Sunday roasts. Stop complaining, America, about daylight's savings. Thank you.