Mar. 22nd, 2001

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tatsuya was a harbinger of spring today. do you suppose he'll be a harbinger of doom tomorrow? (after all, you've got two gloves, and they can't both be the same thing...)

fencing was kinda crappy. james picked me up, which was nice, but i got there and did drills instead of fighting right away, which i suppose is good for me in the long run, but just made me annoyed. i'm so clumsy when i'm doing drills.
i took a short break and looked at matthew's fabric samples. all different kinds of silk. including nice soft raw silk. it looks better as a swatch than a piece of fabric, though. he had dupioni and thai (shot) silk too. they were pretty.
and i asked him if he knew how to make a ghawazee coat. he makes clothing for people, and sells silks (the raw silk was under $5/yd... at that price i practically *have* to get some). but he's also planning on selling patterns.... which means i could get no useful info out of him whatsoever. i don't *want* a pattern. i don't use patterns, and i don't have money for them anyway. i want information, how to make them would be nice, but i'd also like to know when they can be dated to, what the different variations were and when and where they were found, what they were made out of.... ::sigh:: and i won't be able to get any of that from him, i bet. even though he'd only be selling the pattern and not the materials. just gimme a place to look, dammit. ::sigh::

after that i watched people fight for a while, and near the end a guy offered to spar with me. after the first time i took his arm (he was fighting with schlager and scabbard, i was schlager and dagger), he decided not to use it for the rest of the time. which emphasized how badly i was doing. a month away from fencing really messed with me. i did okay, though, he had a hard time getting clean shots in on me. but i missed him an awful lot. i think i've forgotten how small my range is. near the end he hit me with a really stiff shot, right in the middle of the chest at the very top of my left breast. i could feel it against that rib. hurt like a bitch.

so fencing was pretty much a drag. but afterwards we went to denny's, which was fun. i had a grasshopper sundae. yum. and we talked a lot; i brought up the idea of going through di grassi to learn the basic moves and which terms are attached to them, and dormouse and bridget seemed to like it. whee.

oh, and there's a practice in vancouver (wa) next thursday, and i'm wondering if it would be feasible for me to attend... chris? thoughts? you'll get to see me fighting at my suckiest... :)

the rest of my life: apparently a significant number of people missed the bio test, so he's writing a makeup test and we're taking it in class tomorrow. time to reread the chapters.
i remembered at 3am last night that i had physics homework due today. but when i looked at the assignment sheet, i realized i'd already done it, instead of last week's homework. d'oh. so i had to email the grader and see if he'd let me turn last week's homework in. (i know, didn't make much sense to me either, but shawn (the teacher) said i should ask the grader...) i get my midterm for sociology tomorrow. it's a take home essay dealie, due the thursday after break.

and speaking of break, i'm going to seattle for it, with a brief trip to vancouver bc (yay!). it should be fun and relaxing. :) i've been told i should visit nana for the week, but i'd rather do something.... you know, fun. and relaxing. as opposed to something that i'm only doing because i feel obligated to.
i still don't know what we're going to *do* in vancouver, though... heheh.

i went to tech on monday, and managed not to injure myself at all. i did spend a bit of time hiding up with the fly bars, though. it was neat up there. i felt like being alone and up high.
and i painted, and learned how to weld. and screwed, of course. :)
the set is neat... it's supposed to look like a child's popup book. which it does. only it's really ugly colors. it reminded me of the merry wives set, only uglier, and depicting scenes, not just being 80s houses.

didn't get to see buffy this week. :( it was a rerun, but i haven't seen most of this season. i was working on my bio chapter responses. i hate that book; i have nothing to say about it.

er.... right. that's it.
i need a sleepy/comfy/lethargic usericon.
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I wonder why we'd fight a war over oil, but we won't go bomb a country for destroying artwork, or oppressing women. Heh, shows where our country's values really are, huh?
-sessa
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yup, i can already see the bruise, a little farther down on my breast than i thought it would be. it felt like it hit bone without that much tissue in the way, but i guess that was just a measure of how hard the shot was.

and now i sleep. gah, this is earlier than i've gone to bed in a while, and that's just *bad*.
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i realized suddenly walking back from the theatre (the killing game is a *bizarre* play, btw) that i hadn't been to sociology today. today being, of course, the day he handed out our midterms.

i guess i only had a good day cause i skipped all the bad stuff. gah. i forgot to turn in my course selections, too. ::sigh:: i really hope nallia and rohrbaugh (my advisor) have office hours tomorrow, cause otherwise i'm screwed.
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ooh, neat concept.
schrödinger's moments: when the world sort of stands still, and anything could happen. you can go choose door a and change your life, or door b, and change your life. or you can turn around and go back, and change your life. the moment when anything and everything is possible, and the smallest thing could have the most impact on your life.
(credit zorbathut)

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