Okay, enough about me, now on to me.
Yeah. So after I kill you all with my rushed rendition of Spider-Man's Venom (which is still so much cooler than Sam Raimi's take on the character), I shall empty my thoughts here as well.
(Not recommended for children under the age of 18. Mwahaha.)
Okay, for starters, I must admit that I'm looking for something I can't reach yet, and that I'm hating the alternatives.
My backflip leans a bit to the back and the left, so I land a little lopsided. I hurt my left foot (more than a month ago), and it still hasn't healed yet.
I lean too much to the front when I compensate for my landing during a handspring.
Conversely, I lean too far forward during a round-off, which makes connecting it into a backflip pretty difficult.
My wrist still hurts.
And I nicknamed one of my juniors "obtuse angle", but later realised that she should be called "reflex angle". Reason being that her splits are more than 180 degrees. Freaky, non? I wish I could do that.
I can't believe I mixed up "obtuse" and "reflex". Ah, I blame it on disuse.
And my bio clock is all screwed up! I mean, it's 2:40am right now and I'm still wide awake!
I really gotta work on my drawing skills. I don't reach my own standards. Not yet.
Ooo, I'm listening to "Welcome to the Black Parade" now. Haven't heard this song in ages.
Aight.
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