My sabre is inadequate! I'm supposed to buy a new, more efficient one. How, I must ask, am I supposed to do that? I'm not made of money, Mr. Fencing-Man-Sir; no, I am not. Also, I have been informed that Goldman really doesn't know what he is talking about. All my childhood heroes are breaking apart before my eyes. Who's next? Sarah K.? Staves? ( Read more... )

Snow! Okay! It was so creepy. They let us out at 1:15 on Friday, which was kind of cool except for the whole missing practice thing. Erin and I ended up fencing in the gym anyway, which kind of didn't work, because she can't fence sabre and I have absolutely no idea how to fence epee. We kept crashing into each other. Then the snow turned into a ( Read more... )

Every day this week I've wished for a snow day, and every day I've been let down. What does a girl have to do to get some weekday snow up in here? I mean, snow on Sunday is great and all, but just not the same, especially when you're in Dover and need to get to work ( Read more... )

YES! Junior history paper, consider thyself conquered. Or at least finished. Praise the Lord.

December is very nice when it finally arrives. I like actually being allowed to sing Christmas carols without being told to shut up, or sing something more seasonally appropriate. Although the words to "Carol of the Bells" are fantastically stupid. I liked it better when it was instrumental ( Read more... )

Back. Glad. Wilmington was nice and all, but full of angry statues. There was this really scarily awesome one of a Confederate general facing North and shaking his sword, which was kind of funny because all the houses around him were full of patriotic decorations. It was like the Fourth of July, but in November--this one fence was covered in ( Read more... )

OWOWOW. Staveley is El Diablo with his cruel and unusual jumpies-pushups-leg lifts routine. Ow.

Things to do today:
-Fencing lesson
-Study for a French test tomorrow that MRG announced today
-Learn all the theorems ever, because Ware suddenly decided that to pass his class, we need to actually learn some geometry

But..but all I want to do is

Word is the cast party was really something. Zen Master Catherine says I'm being stupid about this whole thing, and Liz disapproves of me, but...I don't know. It just pisses me off to hear all the actors--even people I usually like--talking about how GREAT it was, and how, oh no, they could only stay until MIDNIGHT, and isn't that a shame, and it's ( Read more... )

If there's one thing I've learned in the past week, it's that, with a few exceptions, actors really suck. It's a damn shame. I'm beginning to understand why techies are such cynics.

Twice righteous. Minor technical drop box-related difficulties, but nothing that anyone cared about. Swung around on the ladder. Ate megacookies from a megabin, and an Oreo milkshake (far superior to chocolate, no matter what Paul says). Wrote "Purgatory" by the light board in pink tape. Word on the street is the Evil Door is...broken? Ha! I revel ( Read more... )