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i didn't say thanks? eep. sorry. i was thinking it really loudly, does that count?

my day improved greatly once i found out i could go to practice after all. worked on parries and not telegraphing my moves, had soup at ledo's afterwards.
i couldn't remember if andy was going to pick me up at 9 or 9.30, so i headed back to the park about 9, got there between 9.05 and 9.10. i wandered around the library parking lot, looking for conspicuously andy-like cars. didn't find any. went down the dark treed path to the park, walked along the row of parked cars. i found a car full of mexicans, but that was it. as i was walking back up to the library, i realized that i was a rather small female, alone. i also realized that should anyone try anything, i would have fun beating them up. i saw some guy walking past as i was heading back up, and figured it was just someone who lived in the apartments, cause that's where he was heading. turns out it was andy.
so i got back up to the parking lot and positioned myself under a lamppost. saw a guy walk out of the library and start his car, but i figured it was an employee working late.
turns out it was andy.
so he found me and we spazzed for a while and then calmed down. stopped at taco hell on the way home for food, and then hung out for a while. made a halfhearted attempt to get my parents to let him spend the night (half hearted cause i knew it was a lost cause). and then i dozed for a while. i doubt andy was quite as tired as i was, and he went home after a while. but! i got to sleep at 11.30! so when i woke up at 5-fucking-25 and found out my dad had slept in, i wasn't too upset. i even felt awake, but was quite willing to go back to sleep for half an hour, cause we'd have missed the train and had to wait for the next one.
i like my futon. it's comfy. and big.

it is *freezing* in this building.
i got a paycheck.
and i'm really hungry.

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oh! forgot to say that i wasn't too upset about andy giving his butt a break and not taking me to practice cause the guy who gave me a ride has a pt cruiser! (it's that neato new car that's a combination of a sports car, station wagon, and mini suv. cooool....)
assessment and authorization saturday. i can't go to andy's when i get back cause i have to go to church and practice for some psalm reading thing my mother is organizing and thus that i'm volunteered for. someone else has a problem with the time of the rehearsal, so she tried to guilt trip me into having it in the evening - "you should be willing to give up something you're doing for fun to help other people out" sort of thing. i didn't even give her a chance, though, just a flat out no. i wouldn't have been missing practice, which would have made me pissy but not too upset, cause it's twice a week. what i would have been missing was the one-time stitch and bitch. and there's no *way* i'm not doing that - which is rather necessary for the rest of my recreation - and instead doing something i really don't want to do at all.

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heheh. i went around and turned off all but one of the hyperactive air conditioners. and i switched the last one to "normal" instead of "cool". it's much less arctic in here now. my hands are no longer turning blue.

fun with psychological caffeine... if i don't think about it affecting me, it doesn't. but when i drink it to stay awake... hoo boy. i am twitchy like you wouldn't believe. (good twitchy, not bad twitchy.)

i wonder where andy is? usually he's at work and online by 10, but i don't see him... either he's not allowed online today, which would suck, or he's sleeping in, the bum. :)

ooh, i can call him tonight cause even though i have to get up early to head to assessment, i don't have to be conscious enough to type the right numbers. just enough to keep from getting skewered too much.

it's weird - yesterday i learned how to parry, and yet i have *more* bruises than i usually do. maybe it's pavlovian - hit me hard when i don't parry, and i'll make sure to parry next time. people don't teach when you're just sparring.
there are way too many lefties at rapier practice. 4, i think, out of maybe 15.