I have had a sufficiently insane week to last me for a while. I wound up volunteering for the Canadian Library Association’s 2011 Conference as Classy Erica’s photography assistant, which meant I went to every single event and wrote down every single person’s name, pretty much. The basic gig was writing down the names of people in Erica’s photos, and it was so incredibly fun, you guys! I got to go to fun events from daybreak to sunset for free and hang out with Erica. I spent the entire four days pretty much living off of trade show cookies, because those are really easy to grab while you’re running around, but at the end of the fourth day this kind of leads to a stomach ache. Anyway, librarians are incredibly nice people, photography looks a lot like networking, and my advice, you awesome people, is to always say yes to everything, because sometimes this leads an unemployed loser to the VIP party. (Also, if you can pull it off, try to wander past Erica at the precise moment she’s looking to grab a person for the sweetest, craziest volunteer gig possible. This is the moneymaker.)
I’m trying to think of what the hell else I’ve done, but CLA sort of filled up my brain for the past little while. In kickboxing last week we practiced a lot of clinch stuff, which is always fun. Clinch with the big boxing gloves on is a huge pain, especially when you’re in a clinch and trying to get your hands between your opponent’s arms. It’s incredible awkward and you get all scratched up by the velcro on the gloves, but that’s how it is in the matches, so it’s how we must practice. Anyway, knees in the clinch are a ton of fun! We were trying knees when you’re the one being held in the clinch. It’s a “I’m just going to keep hurting you until you let me go” kind of thing.
Watched UFC 130 at Bubba Ray’s the other night, but I’ve been up early so much for the conference I was practically asleep by the main event. It ended in a rear naked choke, which is my favourite choke, and I didn’t even notice or care, I was just ready for bed. Struve vs. Browne was my favourite fight, anyway, because it was a 6’7″ guy against a 6’11” guy and I was imagining Tokyo all around their feet. Seriously, how do weight classes even work with guys that tall? I’m pretty sure Struve was trying to use the edge of the cage to armbar Browne at one point, they’re both so tall they were just towering over it.
Ugh, my apartment really needs to be tidied. I was running in and out of it so quickly all this week, just throwing everything down, and yesterday was “rest” day, so today is the day I’m pretty sure I have to actually clean and stuff. Yuck.