So, I didn't rant yesterday... had nothing really to say =}
Though, I guess I do have something to say =} This weekend, I went to a drawing marathon.. drawing nude models and what not. It was fun, but kinda disappointing since the last time I went, there was this cute girl who decided to wear fairy wings. I thought that was really cool! This time, no fairy girl. But they did have this REALLY awesome guy named Malcolm.. he was really buff.. and at one point, while posing, he did a headstand! It impressed me.. to hold a headstand that long =}
Well, anyway, while I was at the drawing marathon, I was missing wushu. I hadn't gone in a week. I normally kinda go Wednesdays/Saturdays.. but this weekend, on Saturday, I had a Fanime meeting, and Sunday was the drawing marathon.. and I had pulled my leg muscle on last week's class so I didn't go on wednesday.
So on Sunday, I felt like doing cartwheels, like I do in class, and I slipped.. and landed on my side. I also slightly twisted my ankle. Ow.
So I sit here, healing (I'm almost back to normal.. though, my thumb still hurts from when I smacked it against the ground LAST week... geez, I'm just falling apart =^.^=) and I remembered something I was thinking as I sat in the drawing marathon, staring at stark naked people posing for me, bleeding from my right hand and elbow, nursing my ankle.
What is more of a failure? To try and fail? To try, fail, and give up? Or to never have tried at all?
The answer is almost obvious.. yet.. I'm not sure if it is at all.
Ah well, the resilency of the human body. Gotta love it.
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