whee!

[rhyll]

last night was fun, even though i was exhausted. apparently the following are a bad combination:
* two hours of capoeira, with me as the only green cord there (hence receiving more of gringo's attention, and having to demonstrate stuff),
* cycling to capoeira, and to subi for market shopping, and to northbridge for other shopping, and to booful's wonderful bohemian house,
* carrying my bicycle up and down the stairs each time (apart from the last, where mr wolf treated me by doing it for me),
* deciding that coffee "doesn't feel like what i want",
* trying to stay up past 1:30.

here are some things that delight me, though (they are sometimes people!):
* all the excellent people last night. i wanted to go through and write stuff for everyone, and then i realised that would involve a lot of writing because everyone has multiple displays of excellence! i hadn't realised that one could approach risotto in such an endearing fashion! or that i would be so delighted to be told off for my academic disorganisation! i hadn't realised that i was even allowed to sit around reading poetry with incredibly attractive and talented young ladies (which is possibly a good thing otherwise i feel i would have put far more energy into pursuing that rather than studying and such). i am glad that i spent some time rather drunkenly elaborating my difficulty in adequately conveying just how much i like people. i will not do so again, but my point still stands.
* mr wolf has been spoiling me rotten. yesterday i got handed a copy of anansi boys, got looked after in manifest small and delightful ways, and was humoured repeatedly. if the rest of my people were not so excellent, he would get all the bonus points and there would be none left.
* today i was trying out some capoeira thingummies in the backyard of my family's house, and my yr 8 cousin came over and asked to be taught stuff. so i got to play capoeira in the sunshine, and it was nifty.
* writing stuff to stick places! it stills needs to be stuck! (although i fear that rereading my contributions while sober will only make me blush)
* i talked to my mother today, and it made me happy. it usually does, which is nice.

oh dear. i fear i am not feeling concise, and am feeling far too delighted by everything. i shall break this off before it reaches further incoherent, rambling, love-fest proportions.


and still i vaguely feel like there was something vaguely important i wanted to say...