I’ve had so much homework, so I’ve been skipping my various ass-kicking classes. Well, two of them this week. Not too bad, I suppose. Except I’ve been writing boring papers instead of working out/beating ass. My little row of post-it notes is getting steadily shorter, though! Success!
Did do a nice amount of sparring on Saturday, though, mainly with Rosie. We’re well-matched, so it was really fun to spar together. We were also practicing trash-talking with each other. I think I’m too nice to be a good trash-talker. Oh well! We were doing a lot of practice with the clinch, learning how to escape the clinch and immediately lock your opponent up in your own clinch. So Rosie and I decided to try to see how long we could keep going with an uninterrupted chain of clinches. Rosie would get me, then I’d get her, then she’d get me… I think we had up to five or six in a row before we gave up. Anyway, now I have this ideal of the Eternal Clinch. It’s where warriors go when they die. It’s like poetry, because I don’t understand poetry.
Went clubbing Saturday night. I learned that people who go clubbing with leg casts receive lots of high fives. As for me, I was planning on having bare legs because clubs are hot and sweaty, but I realized when I had my dress on that my legs were all bruised. Dang! The life of a lady fighter is a tough one. And like five of the guys I saw wandering around had no shirts on. Lucky bastards.
We discussed blogs in class today, and the prof asked who had blogs, and what did they put on their blogrolls. Man, I don’t have a blogroll. I read blogs, but a lot of them are newsy, political things. Or completely ridiculous. I guess I should make a blogroll. I also want to go through and start tagging posts as to topic. It’s hard! Every single post is just going to be labeled “red hot inanity”.
Kathleen and I went to a talk on repaying student loans on Monday, which was super-informative and I will share my notes on it with whoever wants them. Like twelve people from all of Dalhousie came, and three of them were from the library school, because we are awesome dorks. The guy who put it on had a vocal cadence kind of like a movie thug, though, which made me think that Student Loans may have repurposed him from “collections” or something. They have this new image, they’ve stopped cutting off thumbs and breaking kneecaps, they need to find something for this guy to do, as far away from a switchblade as possible.
Yesterday I was having a weirdly high self-esteem day. I mean, my self-esteem is pretty high anyway, but yesterday it was just off the charts. I really should’ve written some cover letters, but they might’ve gone badly. “Why should you hire Shannon? Because I rock. I will rock the reference right outta your desks. Call me, bitches~ Peace out, double kiss.”
I had the great brainwave today that we should all write cover letters for each other. Because we’d be more relaxed, and it’s easier to talk up someone else than yourself. Again, this might go badly. “If you don’t hire Kathleen, I will come for you. In the night!”
OK, I’ve added tags to this post. Holy crap, are they inane. I don’t know how specific I’m supposed to get. I’ll go back and add them to my previous posts, too, when I’m feeling like avoiding homework sometime. Oh, man, maybe I’ll even add that excerpt thing, a blogroll, and I’ll be like a fully formed blogger.