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3rdragonLearn to dance? Begin my long-awaited career in sculpture?
Actually, probably clean my room and do homework and go to all of the April obligations. And the SpecFic paper. And job-hunt.
So in case you haven't figured out, both ConBust and Fencing Nationals are over. These two events have been munching up my free time like there's no tomorrow ever since I got back from break, and neither of them are there anymore. It's quite nice. I'm not at the point of walking around campus yelling "Free! FREEEE!" but I am certainly being my own brand of ridiculous.
I seem to be trying to figure out how many days in a row I can wake up before 7:02 and still have enough sleep and be incredibly chipper and cheerful. I worked opening shifts Friday and yesterday, and had to be at the ITT at 7:30 Saturday and Sunday, and today I woke up at 6:30 for no discernible reason. (Mind you, that was actually very nice. I lazed in bed for half an hour and then got up and ironed my shirt and it was still only 7:30.) Tomorrow I have that LEAP breakfast meeting, and if I wake up early for no good reason on Thursday, Friday will make it over a week.
Yes, I know that I'm babbling. How are you?
Let's see, highlights of the weekend:
-My very first bout. After my opponent scored a touch or two on me, I realized that she had a terribly enthusiastic six parry, and scored by feinting to the high outside and disengaging to hit four. She bounced, and we played back and forth, and I feinted high outside . . . hit four. And she bounced. And I realized that this was a good way to hit her, but worried that she might realize that this was the only way I was very good at hitting her and correct for it, and based on how she'd been better than me for the first touch or two, I wasn't sure that I would be able to hit her any other way. And she bounced. And to change things up, I tried feinting to the high outside, but inside her blade, like Scott had had us doing on the counterclockwise disengage drill, and it worked like a charm, and I hit four. And she bounced. And we went back and forth for a bit. And she bounced. And finally I went, Okay, what's with all the bouncing? This is foil. And I know the bouncing can be fun, but in moderation. We aren't fencing epee. You know what? I can bounce too. So I bounced. And on my third bounce she stopped bouncing. And she got this look on her face that I could see even through the mask; she was disgusted/outraged (that I had dared to bounce at her?). She didn't bounce again for the rest of the bout. And I hit her two more times by feinting high outside . . .
-Winning bouts
After that, I won several more bouts. It was really nice. Most of the people I fence are rather better than I am, and I tend to forget that I'm actually a pretty decent fencer, but here I was fencing A-strip fencers, and winning. I like winning. I spent most of highschool on a team that won once is a blue moon, and yes I cheered Varsity on to their wins, but they weren't really my team, and by the time Varsity consisted of the people I considered my teammates, they lost most of the time too, and it's nice for a change to be on a team that wins.
-I fell out of bed on Sunday.
I've never done that before. Mind you, I sleep on a rug on the floor at Philadelphia-home, and before that I slept in a bunk bed that had rails to keep such things from happening. But I woke up at some point during the night Sunday morning with three awarenesses: a) most of my covers had fallen off, b) I was on the extreme side of my mattress, and c) both mattress and I were at an angle that was not quite horizontal. I was just moving to do something about b and c when I slid off the bed and onto the floor. So I grabbed some covers and clambered back into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
I used to feel that falling out of bed was one of those things I didn't do, like fainting, being able to whistle or snap my fingers, and going to parties. Well, I suppose the list was bound to get shorter as I got older.
-I had another dream last night. (This isn't really a highlight of the weekend).
I was myself, but younger - and yet, in terms of social interaction, I was as experienced as I am now. I was assigned to infiltrate a clique of mean girls (you know the ones. And if you don't, read "Hives" in Firebirds Rising - that kind of girls). I don't remember who had given me this assignment or what the details of it were, but I was aware of the kind of people they were going into it. There was a lot of the dream devoted to them letting me into their inner circle, making me feel that they liked me, etc. This all took place in Philadelphia, and being in the inner circle seemed to involve wandering around the neighborhood of my elementary school in the evenings. And then, as expected, they turned on me, but there was some element of physical threat rather than just mental abuse, and my backup from whoever had put me up to this hadn't arrived yet. The ringleader - not the queen bee, but the one in charge of this particular venture - reminded me of Rocky, but Rocky without all the qualities that make me like her, and just a lot of vicious. I threw a Frisbee at her. One of the heavy plastic kind, and I just snapped it at her as hard as I could. Not to her, but at her. I seemed to have several frisbees, so I winged one at each of them. I was wondering how long the frisbees would hold out when a portal opened in the sky and there was a prince (on a white horse and with a standard-bearer, no less) and everything became even more confusing than dreams usually are.
Actually, probably clean my room and do homework and go to all of the April obligations. And the SpecFic paper. And job-hunt.
So in case you haven't figured out, both ConBust and Fencing Nationals are over. These two events have been munching up my free time like there's no tomorrow ever since I got back from break, and neither of them are there anymore. It's quite nice. I'm not at the point of walking around campus yelling "Free! FREEEE!" but I am certainly being my own brand of ridiculous.
I seem to be trying to figure out how many days in a row I can wake up before 7:02 and still have enough sleep and be incredibly chipper and cheerful. I worked opening shifts Friday and yesterday, and had to be at the ITT at 7:30 Saturday and Sunday, and today I woke up at 6:30 for no discernible reason. (Mind you, that was actually very nice. I lazed in bed for half an hour and then got up and ironed my shirt and it was still only 7:30.) Tomorrow I have that LEAP breakfast meeting, and if I wake up early for no good reason on Thursday, Friday will make it over a week.
Yes, I know that I'm babbling. How are you?
Let's see, highlights of the weekend:
-My very first bout. After my opponent scored a touch or two on me, I realized that she had a terribly enthusiastic six parry, and scored by feinting to the high outside and disengaging to hit four. She bounced, and we played back and forth, and I feinted high outside . . . hit four. And she bounced. And I realized that this was a good way to hit her, but worried that she might realize that this was the only way I was very good at hitting her and correct for it, and based on how she'd been better than me for the first touch or two, I wasn't sure that I would be able to hit her any other way. And she bounced. And to change things up, I tried feinting to the high outside, but inside her blade, like Scott had had us doing on the counterclockwise disengage drill, and it worked like a charm, and I hit four. And she bounced. And we went back and forth for a bit. And she bounced. And finally I went, Okay, what's with all the bouncing? This is foil. And I know the bouncing can be fun, but in moderation. We aren't fencing epee. You know what? I can bounce too. So I bounced. And on my third bounce she stopped bouncing. And she got this look on her face that I could see even through the mask; she was disgusted/outraged (that I had dared to bounce at her?). She didn't bounce again for the rest of the bout. And I hit her two more times by feinting high outside . . .
-Winning bouts
After that, I won several more bouts. It was really nice. Most of the people I fence are rather better than I am, and I tend to forget that I'm actually a pretty decent fencer, but here I was fencing A-strip fencers, and winning. I like winning. I spent most of highschool on a team that won once is a blue moon, and yes I cheered Varsity on to their wins, but they weren't really my team, and by the time Varsity consisted of the people I considered my teammates, they lost most of the time too, and it's nice for a change to be on a team that wins.
-I fell out of bed on Sunday.
I've never done that before. Mind you, I sleep on a rug on the floor at Philadelphia-home, and before that I slept in a bunk bed that had rails to keep such things from happening. But I woke up at some point during the night Sunday morning with three awarenesses: a) most of my covers had fallen off, b) I was on the extreme side of my mattress, and c) both mattress and I were at an angle that was not quite horizontal. I was just moving to do something about b and c when I slid off the bed and onto the floor. So I grabbed some covers and clambered back into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
I used to feel that falling out of bed was one of those things I didn't do, like fainting, being able to whistle or snap my fingers, and going to parties. Well, I suppose the list was bound to get shorter as I got older.
-I had another dream last night. (This isn't really a highlight of the weekend).
I was myself, but younger - and yet, in terms of social interaction, I was as experienced as I am now. I was assigned to infiltrate a clique of mean girls (you know the ones. And if you don't, read "Hives" in Firebirds Rising - that kind of girls). I don't remember who had given me this assignment or what the details of it were, but I was aware of the kind of people they were going into it. There was a lot of the dream devoted to them letting me into their inner circle, making me feel that they liked me, etc. This all took place in Philadelphia, and being in the inner circle seemed to involve wandering around the neighborhood of my elementary school in the evenings. And then, as expected, they turned on me, but there was some element of physical threat rather than just mental abuse, and my backup from whoever had put me up to this hadn't arrived yet. The ringleader - not the queen bee, but the one in charge of this particular venture - reminded me of Rocky, but Rocky without all the qualities that make me like her, and just a lot of vicious. I threw a Frisbee at her. One of the heavy plastic kind, and I just snapped it at her as hard as I could. Not to her, but at her. I seemed to have several frisbees, so I winged one at each of them. I was wondering how long the frisbees would hold out when a portal opened in the sky and there was a prince (on a white horse and with a standard-bearer, no less) and everything became even more confusing than dreams usually are.
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Date: 8 Apr 2008 06:03 pm (UTC)As for falling out of bed... When I was little (up until maybe I was 7 or so?) I would fall out of bed. I would always wake up at that feeling of oddness just as I was at odd angle, about to go over the edge. You, know, just in time for me to realize what was happening but not in time to actually catch myself....
I'm so glad I grew out of that habit before my first experience with bunk beds.
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