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I really miss karate.

I keep making plans about going running, unlikely as it may be - when I first had to give up karate I was so frustrated about the lack of sports that I actually tried it for a while, but I simply can't find anything entertaining about it. I also tend to nearly collapse after merely 5 minutes, no matter if I'm generally in good shape or not. I decided a motivational book about the benefits of running in combination with new shoes from the end-of-winter sales might help... maybe when it's not as cold anymore. (Oh, I'll always find an excuse).

I also have only the best intentions about making my ideas of maintaining or regaining my arm and stomach muscles come true - but unless my occasional push-up and sit-up sessions start to take place more frequently, I don't think that will happen either. Hmph.

I also remembered my yoga classes from first semester and tried to take that up again with the help of a book - but it's a bit too quiet and slow for me.

What I really want is the feeling of terribly sore legs after an exhausting class with way too many kicks, preferrably a class given by a Japanese teacher with a strange accent and an insane look in his eyes. There was one who kept rearranging his jacket so the fake-looking but nevertheless impressive scar across his chest would be visible at all times. He kept yelling that everything was just so "easyeasyeasy" while he made us go through the 1000th repetition of some technique. And I loved it.

The fact that I kept going for 2 1/2 years even I didn't like the people in the club and never had a chance to try out for a belt has to mean something.

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I'm a bit scared of the next round of roommate roulette -- or rather, flatmate, but that wouldn't be such a nice alliteration. Anyway. The girl I live with moves out in a few days, and even though I was a bit irritated by her flawlessness (and her budding eating disorder), at least she was so quiet and studious and cleaning-happy that it was almost like having the apartment to myself, with her silently buried in books most of the time.

Now it all depends on my luck and the university administration. At least they don't pair up non-smokers with smokers, but that's about everything that has to match. I don't know anyone I'd like to live with, much less someone who is also currently looking for a new place.

I keep thinking that I'm getting too old for this. I have shared my apartment with 9 different people this far (not counting my family or host families), and I got along quite well with most of them. I feel like it's time to either live all by myself or with people I actually look forward to coming home to.

All I need to do is finish university. And then... anything, but not back to live with my parents. I love them, it's nice to spend some time there, but if it were permanent, I would go insane.
People, keep your fingers crossed for me (well, at the end of the year) -- there has to be a job for me somewhere. I hope.