Thursday, 25 October 2007

Yoga Nazi's and Hen Night Slags.

Oh Lady J.

I'm sorry about the synchronized swimming thing. I really am.

Synchronized swimming made me think of extra-curricular water sports made me think of that time Ms Slade fell in the pool during our diving lesson! I thought she might have died from the shock but she scrambled out like a sodden old cat. It was hilarious and kind of depressing at the same time. Adolescence had a lot of hilarious but ultimately depressing moments.

'Dance City' sounds pretty serious. Brave girl. I don't get it when people are stony faced while pratting about like they know what they're doing. People at my gym are very stony faced, particularly in my yoga class. It's intense! The one yoga instructor is very sweet, she's a little old jewish-looking lady. She's very chatty and jokey which goes down like razor blades with the nazi's in the class. One time she let out a fart and giggled "whoops!" and no one said anything, cracked a smile, giggled in response, nothing...it was WEIRD. It doesn't seem right for a rude fart in a quite space to go unacknowledged. I almost burst out laughing but the atmosphere amongst the yoga nazi's is stifling and has the power to smother even so much as a giggle in your throat directly.

Ah gym. I sure am getting bored of it. More bored I should say. I watch the dumbest shittest television to keep my brain from thinking about how pointless a stairmaster is - thinking is very dangerous when trying to stick to a gym routine. I watch something brightly coloured and full of loud noises and bangs and whistles going off and attractive idiots talking shit in between the pretty colours and carnival noises, in other words MTV. The best thought-tranquilizer.

Roller disco super fun times ahead, kitten! It's really cheesy and draws a crowd of hen night slags and "teeny-boppers" but somehow I had fun and left feeling it should be done again. Plus such a crowd means that anything goes clothes-wise, I'm going to ham it up somewhat. There's this strange subculture of net-vested rollerskaters that you'll see. They wear bright netted vests and are really good at rollerskating. If I could get really good at something it would not be rollerskating. Mind they prolly make way more money than me doing music videos for MTV...

Speak soon poppet.
Love O

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