Little Bits of Happiness

Oh Fish - sushi, spicy tuna rolls especially have made my day so many times recently. So has my visual thinking professor. He has such a natural, positive presence and inspirational attitude. I don't know many professors who can perform the whole James Cameron's Titanic in under five minutes, playing all the roles. My boyfriend, who still is awesome. I mean, diamonds for Valentine's Day, need I say more? Sunshine. Who Nu cookies - With all the love towards oatmeal, most days I'd rather eat a cookie. Especially since I now live in a country where one can't find anything edible from most stores. I admit it, I'm Europe-sick. Last but not least, a friend of mine will visit me in March, and I just know we will spend many hours talking about 18th century gowns, silks and stays. Partly inspired by those candy striped skirts and polonaises, here's a little visual glimpse to my spring wardrobe.

Welcome to The World of Pain

Today my physical therapist told me that I should consider wearing a cervical collar while sleeping. Apparently, the reason for my waking-up-in-pain days is my neck, that performs some sort of movements à la Exorcist during the night. I've previously woken to a dislocated wrist, and that wasn't much fun, but the idea of my neck exercising circus acrobatics on it's own while I'm sleeping is rather absurd. She is no doubt right, but it's still slightly creepy. I've decided to call it the DC-phenomenon, after all, Exorcist was filmed here.

I managed through my acting class, and I think I'll be able to enjoy it eventually. Visual Thinking... well, if the course gets to the point of doing anything else than stating the obvious, I think it might also end up quite nice. I'm feeling very regretful about having a different teacher this semester on my English Composition class, my previous teacher gave me such great support and now I'd dearly need it.

I sleep with a burgundy colored stress ball in my hand. I can't turn my head much, and I've developed a habit of drinking yogi tea to help with all the pain and deal with the I-dunno-what-to-do-cause-AARGH. Also bought some new leotards (Danskin/NYCB ones), to encourage my desperate attempt to continue ballet. During last summer I took some Bikram yoga classes, and liked them, and now I feel robbed from all the things I've used to manage stress.

I see dreams about blood and gore, muscular snakes strangling and swallowing me. I've been thinking if the word trapeze has anything to do with trapezius, and if shoulder blades actually once were wings. And this is without the painkillers. With the painkillers, I lie on the floor in an x-position and try to forget my existence.