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What's your Inner European?
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Yay. I'm going to fool around and see if I can get Italian, too.
I sparred on Tuesday, Friday, and today. I've had enough. I got Chuck Norris gloves though. On Tuesday, the class split into two teams. Brandon was on my team thank god. I wouldn't wanted to have to fight him. Even from a completely impersonal view, he's an amazing fighter. ...considering the fact that he's fourth degree black. but anyway. I lost all my matches. one was against stuart ("Ow! I spit in my eye!") and one was against michael rhea. IT was a close-ish fight with stuart, he won with a round kick. Two round kicks actually. The first one hurt a little. The second one totally knocked the wind out of me. Stuart's cute though. He was so worried he had kicked me in the chest. (he got me in the lower stomach...and yes. it still knocked the wind out of me) He was like, "Ilara are you ok??? I'm so sorry!!" (because I crumpled over from having the wind knocked out of me) Later he apologized again, saying that his female friends had told him that getting hit in the chest is the female pain equivalent to getting hit in the balls. IT was funny. Then on friday...Jim knocked the wind out of me. He also punched me right in the nose. Hurt for ten minutes.. AHH did it hurt! Then today l. ari knocked the wind out of me. I bruises on both knees, for some odd reason. I also have a bruise above my right ear. I have a bracelet or bruises going around each wrist. And bruises up and forarms.
My neighbors adopted two little girls from China. Twins. I get to babysit them. I went over to meet them today. Every other friday I will babysit for about 4 hours. five bucks and hour. that's about forty bucks per month. in addition to jo-ann's forty bucks a month. nice little income. all i have to do for the girls is arrive when they are put to bed and then just stay in case the house catches on fire or something. but they have the cutest shoes! when they step, they squeak! it's hilarious listening them run around the house. they are eighteen months this week.
tkd is having an in school tournament. feb 14 and 15. valentine's day. sigh. i don't want to do the tournament. first of all i get to babysit on the 14th. and then i don't want to seem like i don't have any other way to spend valentine's day besides go to taekwondo BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A LIFE!!!!! ...but truly, more like because I don't have a boyfriend. but i just don't want to do a tournament. money's tight, and i don't feel like paying for something I won't enjoy doing. y'know? 'sides, last tournament i beat stuart in fighting but l. ari beat me in forms. which totally sucked. bleah! Anyway.
Uh...I thought I had a whole lot to say. I guess I don't.
My neck hurts. my back hurts. my bruises hurts. besides, with bruise gems like these, who needs trophies?? these ARE my trophies. and yeah, im a freak. it's funny; only people who take a martial art or those who mosh seem to be able to apreciate bruises...we love showing our bruises off. they are like ...i would say children but that's just weird. trophies I guess. temporary medals. I was kind of dissapointed my nose didn't bleed or bruise after that hammer job jim did on it. Ah well. ANYWAY
I really don't have anything to say. I better stop before I keep rambling.
later dudes and dudettes.