My Fight Against My Sedetary Lifestyle

So, yes I finally did it. I joined a gym. It took me ages to finally pluck up the courage to do so, but due to relatively soon plans, I need to get into shape to keep up with everyone else. I must say gyms are fun! Seriously, I never expected to like it there, but it's really nice, overly clean, and there are TVs on at the cycling machines and treadmills and whatnot. More people should go to them, especially when you're bored and at a loose end, if you go to the council ones they are actually pretty nice. But it's sad that one has to resort to such things as trivial sport just to be a decent amount of healthy, it's quite a shame that that's how life is these days, people are either too busy to do anything or doing competitive sport with friends or not doing nearly enough at all. I'm the latter. Obviously! So yeah, gyms are good places, my lesson of the day : ) Oh wait, I was calling these things thought of the day not so long ago. Thought of the day then.

Rabbit Heart.

It seems interesting to me, that I have spent so much of my life listening to music at ridiculously loud volumes in the attempt to either escape the dullest of bus journeys or to avoid conversation like the plague. What I've begun to notice as, as I have been doing this, I have become less intelligent. Hence the reason for writing this blog entry, a note to myself and all those that read this. I once had a lot of aspirations, had lots of potential and swarms of intelligence. I could remember things. A lot of things. I could actually trust my memory and not read at such a languid pace that it would take me a ridiculously long time to actually understand what it is I am reading. This is a testimony to intellect. I'm a melodramatic person, in case you hadn't noticed. But maybe that's what acting does to you. 'Teenage' is an angst one spends their adolescence either embracing it or trying to run as fast as they can from it. I think I'm both. Yes, both melodramatic and indecisive. What a catch!
But I mean what I say about my smarts. It terrifies me. I can't spell nor can I actually place words. It took me a good two minutes to come up with the word 'handcuffs' as I stood outside this really weird stall in Camden commenting on how everywhere seems to have fluffy... whatyoumercallits, and then started making idiotic arm miming. Apparently this was 'sweet'.
Yes, I have finally been to Camden market today. Only bought a Mickey & Miney Mouse badge but it's a nice place, smells werid though... And there were alot of bongs or whatever you call those drug taking things. Crazy.