Meh

It's been building for a bit now, and winter is probably the worse time to start on this, but I seriously need to start exercising more. It's not that I need to loose weight or anything, goddess forbid seeing more ribs, but more that I'm just feeling out of shape. I no longer have the 30 hours a week on skates, my huge-arse portfolio and bag keep me from using the stairs as much as I'd like at school, and I honestly don't get out and move as much as I could. I feel weak and pathetic. This isn't to say I was ever really a raw strength type person, despite the idea appealing to me, but I... I don't know really. I feel more combersom, lazy, and clutzy than I know I am. Maybe it's all these gymnast/contortionists I've been doodling lately...

Aunt Azula

Pausing for dramatic effect, Azula glances around at her captive audience, eyes wide like saucers, they lean in closer as though to coax the words from her throat. Even Ty Lee, who was there, gives her nothing short of her full attention acting as though she had no clue where the story is going. Slowly, but surely, a confident smirk comes upon her lips, the devotion of these children pleasing her more than that of the countless soldiers she had lead in her youth.
Feeling a hand upon her shoulder she glances slightly back, her eyes meet with those of her niece, twin spheres full of pride and love. A chill muses slightly with the feeling of warmth at having a family member give her such untainted attention. Her smirk now blossoming into something more of a genuine smile, she turns back to her eagerly awaiting listeners and, following a sip of her much neglected tea, begins again...
I love contributing to this along with the Aunt Azula pics/stories/snippets/ect. of it always make me happy.

Tommorrow morning I'm going in to be introducing to my new temp job, my first 'offical' day being Saturday(and maybe Sunday should things go well).