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Feb. 8th, 2002 12:47 pmnote to self: avoid fencing bridget.
she's a dona, so she's good, so i should fight her. except her draw cuts seem really messy. almost all of them felt and/or looked like they bounced or were a slap and a short draw. however, she said they were all good. so eventually i'd just stop and wait for her to call it good whenever something messy happened. i'm sure she was getting frustrated too. she thought the hood was making it hard for me to feel the draw, but i *could* feel it. and what i felt wasn't a good draw cut.
and then there's the other problem, where my blade is a little shorter than standard, and almost everyone at that practice has a blade that's a little longer than standard. so i can't ever just fence people - the game changes entirely when they have about 6 inches of range on me. and it's a lot less fun that way.
i discovered that fencing (especially in an tir) triggers my pms. this is bad. when i'm tired and frustrated and pmsing, i start crying. crying, of course, makes it even harder to fence.
in short, practice was rather sucky last night. i almost didn't go, too. i took the shuttle downtown to meet jonathan, but the shuttle was ten minutes late because traffic and weather were nasty. so i waited from 6.20 to about 6.40, and then sat in starbucks to wait for the next shuttle, figuring that he'd driven around for 10 minutes looking for me and then had to leave. he showed up at 7. he didn't make it to downtown until 6.30, and then it took him 15 minutes to find parking, and then he had to walk to starbucks. apparently it was snowing in the higher altitudes.
also, i discovered that aurafice coffee has spoiled me, and starbucks cappuccinos taste nasty.
talked to carl last night for way too long. i should refuse to talk to him after 11.30. i had 75 pages of reading to do, and didn't realize it was that much until carl and i had been talking for an hour. and then it took me 2 hours to do the reading. i got to bed a little before 2am. i had to get up at 9.50. i've been getting 7 hours of sleep consistently, which is about 3 hours less than i need. getting out of bed this morning made me want to cry. i am so glad it's friday.
apparently erick had an accident after i left yesterday. cut off and/or mangled thumb and index finger. the thumb will be okay, not sure about the index finger. this is bad. we have about 1/4 of the set done, and 3 more weeks to finish it in, and our shop foreman is in the hospital, so we can't use any of the power tools.
two people i wasn't expecting signed my fencing sheet, and there might be two more new people. with the people i already knew about, this is at least 14 total who will probably show up. i am highly impressed.
and now i have to go to class without having read burke. joy.
she's a dona, so she's good, so i should fight her. except her draw cuts seem really messy. almost all of them felt and/or looked like they bounced or were a slap and a short draw. however, she said they were all good. so eventually i'd just stop and wait for her to call it good whenever something messy happened. i'm sure she was getting frustrated too. she thought the hood was making it hard for me to feel the draw, but i *could* feel it. and what i felt wasn't a good draw cut.
and then there's the other problem, where my blade is a little shorter than standard, and almost everyone at that practice has a blade that's a little longer than standard. so i can't ever just fence people - the game changes entirely when they have about 6 inches of range on me. and it's a lot less fun that way.
i discovered that fencing (especially in an tir) triggers my pms. this is bad. when i'm tired and frustrated and pmsing, i start crying. crying, of course, makes it even harder to fence.
in short, practice was rather sucky last night. i almost didn't go, too. i took the shuttle downtown to meet jonathan, but the shuttle was ten minutes late because traffic and weather were nasty. so i waited from 6.20 to about 6.40, and then sat in starbucks to wait for the next shuttle, figuring that he'd driven around for 10 minutes looking for me and then had to leave. he showed up at 7. he didn't make it to downtown until 6.30, and then it took him 15 minutes to find parking, and then he had to walk to starbucks. apparently it was snowing in the higher altitudes.
also, i discovered that aurafice coffee has spoiled me, and starbucks cappuccinos taste nasty.
talked to carl last night for way too long. i should refuse to talk to him after 11.30. i had 75 pages of reading to do, and didn't realize it was that much until carl and i had been talking for an hour. and then it took me 2 hours to do the reading. i got to bed a little before 2am. i had to get up at 9.50. i've been getting 7 hours of sleep consistently, which is about 3 hours less than i need. getting out of bed this morning made me want to cry. i am so glad it's friday.
apparently erick had an accident after i left yesterday. cut off and/or mangled thumb and index finger. the thumb will be okay, not sure about the index finger. this is bad. we have about 1/4 of the set done, and 3 more weeks to finish it in, and our shop foreman is in the hospital, so we can't use any of the power tools.
two people i wasn't expecting signed my fencing sheet, and there might be two more new people. with the people i already knew about, this is at least 14 total who will probably show up. i am highly impressed.
and now i have to go to class without having read burke. joy.