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Jan. 5th, 2001 03:15 amwell, mother came home and relented, and drove me to vienna where belfebe (er, variable spellings are period...) picked me up and took me the rest of the way. and it was a *long* way.
practice was in an elementary school gym-type room, and they'd just waxed the floors. although it looked like they'd just *dusted* them. made fencing rather difficult. and it was compounded by the fact that the mask i borrowed reduced my visibility to, oh, about... none. grr. but i got to fight. i didn't fight particularly well, but that's okay.
i've come to the conclusion that jack is nice, but condescending. he calls me 'honey' in that completely dismissive tone of voice (that implies an unsaid, 'don't you worry your pretty head about that' afterwards) that just grates on my nerves.
penny says, 'go ahead, pin my hand to my chest! fleeting contact, it's legal!' and i go heh heh heh... i'll have to work on actually doing it, but it's nice to know. very useful when you've got a dagger.
talked with belphoebe all the way home... caught up on gossip and learned lots of interesting things that i can't pass on dammit cause i said i wouldn't. grr. but still. a very good conversation. and to my fallen from grace mentality, belphoebe is a saint. a naughty one, but a saint. she lives near dunn loring. she drove me home. ...wow.
and i didn't have time to get my schlager before practice, but i got it and a dagger afterwards. the handle was even looser than i remembered, but i managed to find something among dad's jars-o-hardware-bits that works perfectly as a ricasso tube, which keeps the guard from wedging farther down the tang, thus keeping the grip from being loose. yay!
my arms and butt hurt. my butt probably wouldn't hurt as much if it hadn't been such an effort to keep my feet from sliding.
i couldn't wake up this morning (or this noon, take your pick), quite possibly due to the fact that i went to bed at 4, but still. got up, fought with livejournal - this is the second time i've managed to get into the site today - and made dinner. roast beef and yorkshire pudding, yum. the meat took almost an hour longer than the cookbook said, though, so dinner was postponed till mom and joel got back at 8.30. which gave me enough time to make another batch of yorkshire pudding. mmmm...
i've been trying to find a flame/angry pic, but ended up d/ling vast amounts of sandman pics instead. there are some damn cool ones out there, and if i had a place to stick 'em online, i'd post them. but i don't. ::sigh::
note to self: watch 'boys don't cry'.
i hate when i can't really decipher emotions in people i consider close friends. like i can tell what they're feeling, but not to the extent where i know how they'll react. which means i don't know what to say or do... it's bad enough knowing i can't do anything, but it's worse not knowing if there's anything to do and not wanting to do anything for fear it'll be the wrong thing and make it all worse.
(this sounds kinda cordeliaish - i hate when people are sad, cause it makes me sad, and then i'm upset, and i i i... ::sigh::)
right. anyway. i should go to bed, but my common sense already fell asleep. i'll have to take a shower in the morning. (that's one thing i liked about dorms - i could take showers at 4am, no problem.) and i have to get up early (okay, 8) anyway to get a ride to school with my mother. bah.
note to self: don't forget andy's present. cause that would be dumb. and i'm not dumb (despite the fact that both times, i tried to spell it 'dumn').
practice was in an elementary school gym-type room, and they'd just waxed the floors. although it looked like they'd just *dusted* them. made fencing rather difficult. and it was compounded by the fact that the mask i borrowed reduced my visibility to, oh, about... none. grr. but i got to fight. i didn't fight particularly well, but that's okay.
i've come to the conclusion that jack is nice, but condescending. he calls me 'honey' in that completely dismissive tone of voice (that implies an unsaid, 'don't you worry your pretty head about that' afterwards) that just grates on my nerves.
penny says, 'go ahead, pin my hand to my chest! fleeting contact, it's legal!' and i go heh heh heh... i'll have to work on actually doing it, but it's nice to know. very useful when you've got a dagger.
talked with belphoebe all the way home... caught up on gossip and learned lots of interesting things that i can't pass on dammit cause i said i wouldn't. grr. but still. a very good conversation. and to my fallen from grace mentality, belphoebe is a saint. a naughty one, but a saint. she lives near dunn loring. she drove me home. ...wow.
and i didn't have time to get my schlager before practice, but i got it and a dagger afterwards. the handle was even looser than i remembered, but i managed to find something among dad's jars-o-hardware-bits that works perfectly as a ricasso tube, which keeps the guard from wedging farther down the tang, thus keeping the grip from being loose. yay!
my arms and butt hurt. my butt probably wouldn't hurt as much if it hadn't been such an effort to keep my feet from sliding.
i couldn't wake up this morning (or this noon, take your pick), quite possibly due to the fact that i went to bed at 4, but still. got up, fought with livejournal - this is the second time i've managed to get into the site today - and made dinner. roast beef and yorkshire pudding, yum. the meat took almost an hour longer than the cookbook said, though, so dinner was postponed till mom and joel got back at 8.30. which gave me enough time to make another batch of yorkshire pudding. mmmm...
i've been trying to find a flame/angry pic, but ended up d/ling vast amounts of sandman pics instead. there are some damn cool ones out there, and if i had a place to stick 'em online, i'd post them. but i don't. ::sigh::
note to self: watch 'boys don't cry'.
i hate when i can't really decipher emotions in people i consider close friends. like i can tell what they're feeling, but not to the extent where i know how they'll react. which means i don't know what to say or do... it's bad enough knowing i can't do anything, but it's worse not knowing if there's anything to do and not wanting to do anything for fear it'll be the wrong thing and make it all worse.
(this sounds kinda cordeliaish - i hate when people are sad, cause it makes me sad, and then i'm upset, and i i i... ::sigh::)
right. anyway. i should go to bed, but my common sense already fell asleep. i'll have to take a shower in the morning. (that's one thing i liked about dorms - i could take showers at 4am, no problem.) and i have to get up early (okay, 8) anyway to get a ride to school with my mother. bah.
note to self: don't forget andy's present. cause that would be dumb. and i'm not dumb (despite the fact that both times, i tried to spell it 'dumn').