I wonder if it’s possible to gain emotional weight.
Not literal weight, where you stare at the scale and curse yourself for not resisting temptation, but a mood that makes you feel like you’re sinking into the pavement beneath you. I suppose a melancholy mind, or a heavy heart, can make your shoes feel like cheese graters as you wander through your everyday activities.
I suppose if we didn’t have any weight, we’d all just float away…being heavy means you have ties to this world.
Dear whoever, please turn down the gravity machine soon.
As long as the imaginary weight doesn’t lead to the real kind, or vice versa, haha.
Though, it was a bit fun to watch FalseDelusion jiggle today. (Sorry if we made fun of you too much. >_<)
And I was completely unaware that it was possible to arbitrarily add colour belts to a class to “make” it more balanced. o.o
Poor Porcellino, the UW Arts mascot was recently vandalized. Good to see him all polished up in time for the March Open House, don’t want to scare the potential Waterloo students. That was fast. Not.
Gravity Brings Me Down by Natalie Ghent