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Apr. 7th, 2004 11:31 pmWe learnt about copulative verbs yesterday. I couldn't stop snickering, because I am twelve. At least I had the grace to do it quietly.
I was going to the JJJ Breakfast Show thingie at the Town Hall tomorrow, because it's free and the Breakfast Show, but it would mean getting up at four and I already am on a sleep deficit as I was stupid and didn't go to bed until 2am last night. I could maybe swing it, if I hadn't had both work and a social event tomorrow. Ah well. Next year.
Had fencing today, for the first time in three weeks. I hope no one's expecting me to walk tomorrow, because I won't be able to. They made us run up the stairs from the third to the thirteenth floor. I hate them. I also had my first "proper" bout (read: first bout since I had actually learnt any technique at all; not including the bout on the first lesson where they said "Here are two swords! Who wants to have a go before we teach you anything at all?"). We were only going to three points, and I made two. I didn't win, but I also didn't lose badly at all. I was perfectly happy with that, because the others have all had at least one bout already. I am kinda behind. Plus, the Shouty Coach told me afterwards that I had done well. So I was all proud.
It's my possibly last day in my job tomorrow. It all depends on whether Marc can swing an extension of my contract. There's actually still unfinished stuff to do, so it would be good for both our sakes if he could.
I was going to the JJJ Breakfast Show thingie at the Town Hall tomorrow, because it's free and the Breakfast Show, but it would mean getting up at four and I already am on a sleep deficit as I was stupid and didn't go to bed until 2am last night. I could maybe swing it, if I hadn't had both work and a social event tomorrow. Ah well. Next year.
Had fencing today, for the first time in three weeks. I hope no one's expecting me to walk tomorrow, because I won't be able to. They made us run up the stairs from the third to the thirteenth floor. I hate them. I also had my first "proper" bout (read: first bout since I had actually learnt any technique at all; not including the bout on the first lesson where they said "Here are two swords! Who wants to have a go before we teach you anything at all?"). We were only going to three points, and I made two. I didn't win, but I also didn't lose badly at all. I was perfectly happy with that, because the others have all had at least one bout already. I am kinda behind. Plus, the Shouty Coach told me afterwards that I had done well. So I was all proud.
It's my possibly last day in my job tomorrow. It all depends on whether Marc can swing an extension of my contract. There's actually still unfinished stuff to do, so it would be good for both our sakes if he could.
