Is it still called stress if you refuse to deal with it?

New memory personal bests this week. A deck of cards in 63.48 seconds, and 176 cards in 10 minutes, wouldv'e been 196 cards if I didn't miss the 8 of spades. Darn.

Liking uni as always. Can feel the tightness in my back and chest from the gym. Hopefully do more amino acid composition this evening after sports assignment. Erm...nothing much else new, Money trouble hindering me but I'll survive, eventually.

Hoping to improve on all my scores since UK 2008 Open. Especially speed numbers and 10 minute cards, two of my best disciplines I screwed up. After Wales I hope to start a new system, 1000 characters, 100 actions, 1000 objects. The reason for the only 100 actions is to make the final scene only 8 digits instead of 9. When memoriseing a row of 40 it's easier to make everything fit and you don't back track over past digits. I have 10 scenes per house and loadsa houses so it's easier for me. Also, if you have too many actions they become indistinct, my actions are general and allow me flexibility. The binding part of the scene aloows me creativity and induces just the right amount of effort without straining my concentration or time. Got enought chracters, just need to organise them.

I'm off home to print of some binary and random digits. A few decks of cards and something to eat. Since my job means less to me now than when I started I think my only option is to not waste time. Memory, gym, nutrition is my life.

I say life, I mean my passions.

I say passions I mean devout hobbies.

Yeah, that'll do.

New Personal Bests

In the last week I've done like 6-7 hours practice and reached a new personal best in speed cards and speed numbers. I did 240 numbers in 5 mins with one mistake which brought me down to 220 digits which is still a best for me. Then yesterday I did a deck o cards in 67.66 seconds. which was kinda a suprise cos I kept shaking my head through it saying "oh I'll never remember that, oh dear oh dear" But I did so crisis averted.

Also I want to tell you about the magical wonderland of manchester, an aladdins cave of treasures, a place of fantasy and amazement to all those who seek to find it. It's called Costco. Absolutely brilliant. First time we went there we spent £133 on stuff. Decks of cards (bicycle), lounge pants, make up brushes, trainers, socks, mixed herbs and the stupidist purchase ever a flippin 12 pack of chewing gum. I dunno what I was thinking, I think I got carried away. At least they'll last, Unlike most people who buy them, I don't need them. Mwah ha ha.

Erm, I really like nutrition. I wanna write a book on like the philisophical aspects of it and the place of such a lifestyle subject in the context of the world. But like I have no original thoughts, and my philosophical witterings are dry and unprofound. I decided to write a nutrition poem instead. With an actual rhythm and all the other poetical devices.

PS I think cous cous is my favourite carbohydrate based food. I dunno yet. There's a lot of life, time, and places out there. Wish me luck.