Work entry 2

One thing I notice for sure from all the working out is I sweat less the rest of the time. I wonder why that is, maybe my body just gets tired of sweating? I'm certainly not complaining.

African dance was super fun. I hope to make most of the classes so I can get my tribal on at all the african dance events popping up here.

I caught a glimpse of myself accidentally in a window and thought it was one of those fit people heading my way. Now I just have to carry around a copy of that book How to be a Skinny B*tch and I can be just like Posh Spice. Beckham IS coming to town for some soccer event this spring. People are losing their sh*t over that almost as much as the Rugby World Cup stuff. I am oblivious, although it's meant a lot of my favorite places have been fairly empty the past few Saturday nights. The only people out were other foreigners. The cops asked us if we knew the score one night. I halfway thought all their radios would be tuned to the game, but it seems they do their jobs.

My roomate situation is working out really well. She cleaned the whole house for her book club meeting, we like the same kinds of books, eat the same kinds of things...It's hard to enter my tiny room at the moment because every inch of floorspace is covered by suitcases, but I just can't be bothered unpacking right now. I only want to do fun things, and there are a lot of those kinds of things going on at the moment. Even the sky crapping down every day can't bother me, because my house is over there, see it?!?! I could even go home for lunch if I wanted to, although that's a bit of a stretch. The farmer's market and a famous bakery are both within 2 blocks of my house, I got to see all the people out on their weekend routines buying food, and decided to make these my routine too. I might never have to go to New World again if I manage to get up before noon every weekend, and that is a worthwhile goal. Suck it supermarket. Unless I want to make cupcakes. Oh my cupcakes. So round, so much surface area for icing. They always look like they're giggling. I like when the icing is pink or blue or yellow, or when little candy corns or red hots are stuck in it. One of my earliest memories is from pre-school, the first year (I was 3?), when I found a small pile of red hots in the back of the toy stove and ate them without anyone knowing. In another memory I sucked on a lollipop behind my mom's bedside table. I was good at pilfering (or was I? Maybe the adults knew and just didn't bother getting mad. Or maybe they admired my ingenuity :) )