Antigone. Also fencing.
I love Antigone. I think it's my favorite Sophocles play- it was just so engrossing and for once I was actually upset at character death. In Oedipus Rex I honestly didn't like Jocasta all that much (anyone else think she's kind of creepy, or at least hypocritical?) And in Oedipus at Colonus there's no terribly tragic death. But Antigone does it right, killing off Haimon, Antigone, and Kreon's wife.
Especially Haimon.
Only Haimon.
Forget Antigone and Kreon's wife. (Bonus points if you can guess what movie I ripped off there.) Anyway, Haimon is smart and tactful and passionate and adorable and if Antigone doesn't want him I will totally snap him up. I don't care if he is fictional and dead.
Also, somehow my mental picture of him is Gilgamesh Wulfenbach, which doesn't hurt either. (And yes, Kreon sort of looks like Klaus.)
So, um, I have been doing something with my time besides fangirling Haimon, I swear.
The bit of the fencing team going to Champs at West Point drove up to New York on Saturday, where we ate at a Panera bread (where I had *good* French Onion soup. The stuff the cafeteria serves is not worthy of even the name) and got free baguettes with each purchase because they had baked too many and it was at the end of the day. Then I talked with Lucy about social stuff and problems with Language class, as I often end up doing when I talk to Lucy, and Katherine came back from the movie in the guys' room and we all went to sleep. Well, they went to sleep. I couldn't sleep until maybe 3 am, because my sleep schedule is 2am to 8 through 10 am, and then I only got minimal sleep from 3 to 6 am because I shared a bed with Lucy and she was moving around just enough to keep me up. Not because she woke me up with her moving, but because I was afraid to fall asleep and then be woken up by her moving. I think my subconscious couldn't bear to be disappointed like that. So I slept incredibly fitfully those last 3 hours.
We drove to the Army gym, which could fit like half our campus, and squished a cockroach. The fencing was delayed a few hours because they couldn't find enough officials. Then it finally started and I got my bum kicked. I was in the middle category (out of three- A, the highest, B, the middle, and C, the lowest) but I should have been in the lowest. Lucy (a foilist) was fencing epee for us that day, though, and John S. was the best epeeist we had, so by default I had to be in B. Agh. I think I managed to score one touch against maybe half my opponents, while I lost to the rest without scoring any touches. They all had more experience, longer arms, and more skill in general than I did, except for this one tall skinny black guy, who I could tell was newer at epee than I was, but who beat me 5-0 just because he has long arms. If I had known how to compensate for his arms, I totally could have taken him. I'd fenced him once before and gotten a touch or two on him because he was so inexperienced, but he was just improved enough to prevent that from happening. Grr. And once I got a nice simultaneous arm hit on someone just by sheer agression. But I really need to work on distance, because I'm not fast enough to get them before they get me.
Michael was in A foil, though, and he ended up in second place in terms of individuals, so that was pretty awesome. Katherine and Trey (C and B respectively) didn't come out too badly either.
Then we drove home, all incredibly tired, and stopped off in what turned out to be the Little India of New Jersey. It was so strange. But the food was really good- Coach knew a restaurant that served Indian street food, and it woke us all up. The waiter was nice enough to explain what everything was, too.
And then I got back to the dorm, delivered Josh's birthday present to him, and crashed. Which I should do right now.
Especially Haimon.
Only Haimon.
Forget Antigone and Kreon's wife. (Bonus points if you can guess what movie I ripped off there.) Anyway, Haimon is smart and tactful and passionate and adorable and if Antigone doesn't want him I will totally snap him up. I don't care if he is fictional and dead.
Also, somehow my mental picture of him is Gilgamesh Wulfenbach, which doesn't hurt either. (And yes, Kreon sort of looks like Klaus.)
So, um, I have been doing something with my time besides fangirling Haimon, I swear.
The bit of the fencing team going to Champs at West Point drove up to New York on Saturday, where we ate at a Panera bread (where I had *good* French Onion soup. The stuff the cafeteria serves is not worthy of even the name) and got free baguettes with each purchase because they had baked too many and it was at the end of the day. Then I talked with Lucy about social stuff and problems with Language class, as I often end up doing when I talk to Lucy, and Katherine came back from the movie in the guys' room and we all went to sleep. Well, they went to sleep. I couldn't sleep until maybe 3 am, because my sleep schedule is 2am to 8 through 10 am, and then I only got minimal sleep from 3 to 6 am because I shared a bed with Lucy and she was moving around just enough to keep me up. Not because she woke me up with her moving, but because I was afraid to fall asleep and then be woken up by her moving. I think my subconscious couldn't bear to be disappointed like that. So I slept incredibly fitfully those last 3 hours.
We drove to the Army gym, which could fit like half our campus, and squished a cockroach. The fencing was delayed a few hours because they couldn't find enough officials. Then it finally started and I got my bum kicked. I was in the middle category (out of three- A, the highest, B, the middle, and C, the lowest) but I should have been in the lowest. Lucy (a foilist) was fencing epee for us that day, though, and John S. was the best epeeist we had, so by default I had to be in B. Agh. I think I managed to score one touch against maybe half my opponents, while I lost to the rest without scoring any touches. They all had more experience, longer arms, and more skill in general than I did, except for this one tall skinny black guy, who I could tell was newer at epee than I was, but who beat me 5-0 just because he has long arms. If I had known how to compensate for his arms, I totally could have taken him. I'd fenced him once before and gotten a touch or two on him because he was so inexperienced, but he was just improved enough to prevent that from happening. Grr. And once I got a nice simultaneous arm hit on someone just by sheer agression. But I really need to work on distance, because I'm not fast enough to get them before they get me.
Michael was in A foil, though, and he ended up in second place in terms of individuals, so that was pretty awesome. Katherine and Trey (C and B respectively) didn't come out too badly either.
Then we drove home, all incredibly tired, and stopped off in what turned out to be the Little India of New Jersey. It was so strange. But the food was really good- Coach knew a restaurant that served Indian street food, and it woke us all up. The waiter was nice enough to explain what everything was, too.
And then I got back to the dorm, delivered Josh's birthday present to him, and crashed. Which I should do right now.