I just wish we could have watched Fight Club

[foolish_m0rtal]

So, after exams, my nerd school gives us a week of fun classes. Instead of going to our regular nerd math/science classes, we get to do stuff like digital photography, stamping, quilting, etc.
So last year, I did dancing, and it was really fun. I adore ballroom dance and older dances because I completely abhor the random obscene amoebae-like ‘dancing’ of these contemporary hooligans.
At Summer Governor’s School, (I should have had an LJ account back then, so I could have written down all the amazing things that happened there) the dance teacher, Leonard, taught us a different dance every weekend. (We had camp-wide dances every Friday. Black-and-White dance, Governor’s Ball, Celebrity dance (I dressed up as an old silver screen Bollywood actress. My friend dressed up as Jesus), and what-have-you)
So, we learned the cha-cha, tango, waltz, and swing. I added to the repertoire with intercession dancing, where I learned the Charleston (which is just like…walking… ???) and the shag. It was all good.
So this year, I signed up for pottery, because I’ve seen the potters with their wheels on PBS since I was little and I thought that was just the coolest thing evah.

And I got into karate.

My body was a chorus of pain. SATB, if you want to get specific. I used to play basketball (yes, JO people. As NF puts it, I am a mixture of Shiba and Nakaura) but after I stopped, I kept up my stamina somewhat by running a few miles a week.
Then, after I got into nerd school, I stopped because I didn’t have the time. So, the random loss of ten pounds was probably just as much because of muscle loss as it was of not having time to eat dinner. (I’m 5’5 and can still fit into the choir uniform T-shirt I wore in elementary grade. How sad is that?)
MAN, I so regretted that now. The pain was not so much from getting bruises, and then, when I ran out of space, bruises on top of my bruises. I was cool with that; I’m a fast healer. The ones on my arms are almost gone. No, the pain was from using muscles I had not used in a while to kick above my head and tackle people and do cartwheels. (yeah, my class was about 10 boys and 2 girls and no one could do a cartwheel. It was really amusing to watch people try to do it and run into each other. Then we were thinking why do we need to learn this until a guy finally came up with a defensive manoeuvre that involved retreating by cartwheeling away, banking on the fact that the attacker will be so paralysed in a wtf expression that you can get away cleanly)
I learned some cool stuff in that class and I got to do that kewl exercise where one person is put in the middle of a circle of people and people attack the person in the middle randomly and he/she has to fend the person off. That was very kewl. Especially after they stopped treating me like I was made of glass because I was a girl.
I even got out of bed today by myself, and I can climb the stairs without a leg giving out and plopping over.
I’d say that’s improvement.
So, my advice to you all is: keep in shape, just in case aliens attack the earth and you have to run for your life.
Or you randomly get signed up for a karate class when you really signed up for pottery.

Comments

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

I don't think even MY limited libido would take a combination of Nakaura and Shiba...(Good thing you're a girl...)

Your Karate anecdote made me LOL, though. (people looked at me weird, then tried to read what I was looking at, suspiciously)
And just so you know, I lost ten pounds when I stopped biking. I'd say it's muscle.

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

^_^ Good to be of amusement. I used to write funny anecdotes and get oodles of money from winning in the school literary magazine, but after I got into nerd-school, I just couldn't write anything funny anymore. I will send you one of the articles I did for the literary magazine, and you can see how funny I apparently used to be.

Haha, yeah. Good thing I'm a girl and have a coolly indifferent romantic attitude towards people. I hate love. It sux. I haven't even been through it, but even being around people who are in love and then subsequently fall out of love makes me hate my life.
Because usually they come crying to me. And I'm very awkward in these situations.
Then my friends' boyfriends (who always seem to be people I've hung out with before my friends dated them, which makes things spectacularly awkward after the breakup) sit around and bitch about my friends.
And it's actually good therapy, because after all this womanish weeping and commiserating, I've started hating my friends too.
So my friends' boyfriends and I sit around and bitch and watch bloody action movies with giant robots.

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Bah, I find you amusing even now. And apparently people like to read my rambles because I am likewise amusing. (though nobody's really bothered bribing ME for writing such things, unlike you.) I'd love to see one of those things.

Meh. Think I've felt "love" before, I'm just too much of a cautious coward beneath it all to act on it. And I'm too scared I might hurt someone's feelings, especially if I feel that way about them. So I just...watch out for the guy in question. Even now. I look after him.
Your hanging out with ex-boyfriends sounds like how I got my nerd group, except I didn't have any female friends dating them and dumping them and badmouthing them. I just got mopy guys who got rejected by snooty girls, and I hung out with them and watched bloody action movies and was more or less "third gender" that all the soul-destroying action kind of bumps around. *snicker*
Then I found all the younger kids who thought I was the coolest thing since processed cheesefood (which isn't that cool) and it kind of spiraled out from there...

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

"Third gender"!!! Wow, you define it so elegantly! I feel like that a lot nowadays.

Now that you mention it, I suddenly notice that all my friends are either a) younger than me or b) guys

Like, I hang out with my old friends who are girls, but there's stuff that they don't/can't understand, you know?

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Third gender was the joke we come up with to explain how I was unable to truly jump the "hedge of manliness" in front of my house.
Long Story. I made it halfway and got stuck in the thing. It's a big hedge...anyway...yeah...

I get it. I know.
Sort of.

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

XXD I can completely see that.

"Um...guys? I'm stuck.."

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Well,actually I didn't say anythign I was just like 'oh, look at that...' It didn't hurt or anything, because I was in full camo, complete with helmet and combat boots, at the time...but I got dragged out the other end by my brother jsut so I wouldn't "make it over." ^_^;; Siblings...what can you say?

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

...wow

camo, eh? And combat boots.

That's pretty hardcore.

I thought they just did that over in my town. And that's just the deer hunters.

WHY do I have to be the isolated democrat in a town where everyone owns at least one gun?

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

*snicker* I don't own a gun. and I don't hunt. Actually my dad had us all buy camo so when we went out to malls and stuff he could keep track of us. (Ironic, eh? It's more ironic that this was just before Camo came into style about four or five years back, and suddenly everyone was wearing it...)
My dad is the guy who bought a pith helmet for the part, though...*snicker*

Most people around here have the stuff for paintballing. I just have the stuff for games around the neighborhood and sending crazy videos off to Aaron in Iraq. ^_^

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

I've never gone paintballing. Apparently it's "Teh Kewl Thing" in the U.S. and sometimes I watch paintball championships on tv if I want to get in the mood for writing a fire-fight scene.

I would so be the first one out. I'm horrible at this kind of stuff...

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty bad at that kind of thing too, because you have to have a death wish and.or perserverance level of a camel to do it long enough to get good while all the already-good people around you keep shooting you the first thing in any given game... Like gamers though (since many of them ARE gamers) they usually accept you if you persist, though, and then might play you for real...but I suppose it depends on how long you want to spend doing it, and how many bruises you'd take to do it. *shrug*

I've never done it personally. I'm a wuss when it comes to pain...but I could probably own most of them strategy-wise since I played paintless "guns" as a kid in the neighborhood. (It's like paintball withotu paint, and split into teams) I royally owned the eldest kid on the block, and was the only one to do so. He's off in Iraq now. (he re-enlisted too, so he's there for a second time. He loved that stuff. he was shocked beyond beleif that a fluffy blond girl armed with a bunch of midget four year olds from the other side of the block beat him and his team. They killed me, but they lost because they ran right past the kids I'd told to shoot anything that went past. *snicker*)

I never get tired of bragging about that...*snicker* (I am legend...)

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

...

That was a beautiful story.

I could imagine all those kids attacking the older people. Like the kindergardeners from that show Recess.

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

Think I've felt "love" before, I'm just too much of a cautious coward beneath it all to act on it. And I'm too scared I might hurt someone's feelings, especially if I feel that way about them.

Wow. Sounds a lot like Muse.

Kuro: "Um...I kind of like you...b-but I can NOT like you, if you want!" ^_^
Gab: "Um..." O_O "What?"
Kuro: "I can NOT like you if you wa-"
Gab: "No: what was that first part?"

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

I'm worse than Kuro. I never say anything, and I act just the same around them. (maybe a slight bit more manic *cough*)
Yay cowards!

And I love Muse anyway. (That's not the reason why. I'm just a rabid FM-sama fan, and a rabid Kuro/Gabriel fan...) I was just editing the Gabriel and Kuro interactions for chapter 7 of GW last night, so it's a bit ironic. (I think it's almost in final form, I just need to get Kuro's dialogue a little more fine-tuned and Gabriel's reactions a little fine-tuned to give away less.) I keep on toying with the idea...do I set them up for romantic interactions later, or do I just leave them the way they are? (They're pretty close anyway...I'd just need to alter the tone a little. Even if I wrote their bits in, it would just be Control all over again except with a different storyline around it--I don't think Triangulum's ever going to work, because of that. Kind of a pity...)

Kuro/Gabriel for teh win, though...

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

Kuro is a lot braver than me. I'm just like "Eh, I'm not important, and the person would never notice me. And I'm brown- deduct some points there. I guess I won't say anything. It would be waaay too awkward."

It's amazing how we love a shipping that gets like...three panels of time in the manga...

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

Aw, I don't deduct points for bronwness. That only counts in those crappy fairytales that like to ramble about "fair maidens" not realizing that said fair maidens get acne and need conditioner and eat chocolate just like the rest of the universe. (Can you say "dismayed princes"?)

3 panels if you count it as a shipping at all. *grin* Though incidentally, I just met the creator of the "Kuro Sakurai" name via a yugioh comm. (Also the only time in known history when someone's turned to me after mutual humor and gone "HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE NEUROFECES!" ^_^;;)

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

I always felt sorry for the fair maidens. They probably never got to go outside cause they had to maintain their melanin.

ZOMG, you MET the person who created the Kuro Sakaurai name?! I can't even remember how I heard about his name being Kuro Sakaurai. First I thought I got it from the manga, but when I looked back through, it wasn't there. I was like d00d, ghost informant!! Maybe it was KS-san. (have you noticed that all the JO fandom haunters have two letter abbrev. nicknames of their SN?)

XXDD "You're Neurofeces!!" That must have been the best moment ever. You're famous.

I mean, that happens to me in my state because I go to so many camps over the summer that strangers in other camps are like "dood, are you Pooja? I've heard about you! (insert name here) says hi!"
And I'm like ^_^ "Oh, cool! So who are you?" And I make more friends.

But that's never happened to me on the internet! That is the most epic thing EVAH!! *squee*

It's pretty sad, isn't it? There isn't even any shipping in the panels. Okay, maybe ONE, when Kuro takes Gabriel's hand and helps him up. But that's even taking mundane things too far.
I guess it was like, hey! Pretty guys! *smooshes them together*

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

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