Last night I had, what started off as, a horrible nightmare about a Zombie apocalypse.
It’s alright though, it had a happy ending. I managed to fend them off with my wicked awesome break dance moves… as you do.
Since my aerial hoop lessons have come to an end (sob), I decided that it was time to find another activity to stop me from becoming a complete couch potato. My friend Aaron recommended this class that he goes to called ‘Bodypump’, where you get to lift proper weights on a bar like some kind of superhero, so I decided to give it a go!
I started the class feeling like an the hench love child of Xena the warrior princess and Hulk Hogan
But I soon realised that perhaps it wasn’t quite for me
Just kidding, I love it. And I’m sure that in about a month’s time I’ll be able to make it through the whole hour without collapsing onto the floor in a sweaty ball.
I was trying to show my dad the wonders of Snapchat the other evening, but face swapping with him led to a pretty terrible realisation…
I am the spitting image of my father.
Here’s some useful advice on how to reply to text messages in that, really cool, nonchalant way… #usethesnailemoji
When the sun comes out and you have no idea what you’re supposed to put on your body…