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Jul. 27th, 2012


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That's today's individual qualifiers (the Women's Individual 'ranking round') done. For the people not watching TV or radio or honestly, I don't even know if it's aired yet but I haven't been press-gagged or anything from my own blog: still in the game. It was just a ranking round so there's no medals or anything, but I placed, so I'm still going.

And, therefore, off until the 30th where I get to compete with 31 other people to go to the next qualifiers etc etc. You can count on me obnoxiously posting about each one, probably, though I'm not giving recaps, and I'm really not happy that I missed Im Dong-hyun setting the 72 arrow record because I was busy competing.

[Filtered to US Olympians, Finnick, Annie, Haymitch, Portia, Cinna, Ginny, Roy, Ollie and Corin]

SOMEHOW I DIDN'T DIE.

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Tonight's self-defense class, Defending Against Multiplying Furballs, has been canceled due to nobody having a damn clue how to get rid of them all, yet, or at least nobody sharing that with the self-defense teacher.

In other news, having a broken hand makes it hard to type and harder to punch people. I'm sharing that in case you've never experienced it on your own, because it isn't really new news to me.

Jul. 17th, 2012

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This news story kinda makes me nervous, because, I mean. I've had a lot of concussions. I used to do things like skateboard and learned the hard way how not graceful I am and how little balance I've got.

Hopefully that doesn't mean I'll die of old age at 50.

Jun. 29th, 2012


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Hello, England.

A month minus two days until the actual Olympics. I am not dead. My sister keeps calling me and crying, though. She'll be here soon enough, I hope she can handle the three weeks away from me.

Thanks everyone who gave me plane tips, too.



And I don't know what's going on at home, but according to the Internet there are apparently aliens? Have fun with that in CA, we don't have any here except for the way that everyone in the Village is essentially an alien to British soil.

Jun. 3rd, 2012


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Did somebody mention some kind of martial arts class? Having these awesome dreams and I keep waking up feeling like a badass.

Hey Rory, I got that job! No more crunching numbers.

May. 29th, 2012


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[Filtered to friends; your character is on it if you think they are! Her definition of 'friends' is weird and wide]

Crap.

Our place got broken into AGAIN. I can't get ahold of Mom and Prim's really upset.

No, I am not calling the cops. Never trusted police. They did shit all for us in WV. I want to track them down and get our shit back this time.

May. 28th, 2012


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The first rule of Fight Club, yadda yadda yadda.

Mercenary disposition, need some money, offering lessons in self-defense with a side order of "how to kick ass, take names, blow bubbles in your gum, defend yourself from rapists and muggers without breaking a nail, and indulge in some totally awesome stress-relief at the same time".

18+, with ID, but if you are at least 14 and your parent brings you at least the first time (and you still have proof of your identity and relationship) and they sign a permission form it's still cool, we just won't go quite as hard on you at first. ;)

[address of a run-down warehouse across an empty lot from a YMCA, so it isn't quite as sketchy as it might seem at first glance]

Apr. 25th, 2012


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I WASN'T CHEATING I couldn't jot down the usual half assed answers on last week's assignments

Apr. 5th, 2012


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The best possible use for a blog is to explain things that happened to me that I need to tell the entire world but can't tell more than once without my sides splitting, right? I'm not sure, entirely, if the side-splitting is from tears or laughter. It's from something.

See, we don't live in the best part of town. Far from the worst -- my friend Corin will tell you all about that -- but not really the best, and one time I was walking home from where my ride home from practice's car broke down, because I had to get Prim to bed properly as our mother was stuck on yet another night shift (the problem with having a psychotic break, apparently, is that even when you get your medical license back you get terrible hours. My ride home was fine, and she got AAA to help her, I believe. Irrelevant, though, to the story. I just didn't want anybody to worry, and of course I do have to keep my public in mind. (Can you hear the snort? Good.)

Long story short -- though it is already rather long -- I got mugged.

Or rather I got attempted mugged, because I still had my bow and arrows on me, and the man came at me thinking I had money or something, or maybe he was going to rape me, or maybe he was just planning on selling my pay-as-you-go Wal-Mart cell phone that may have been worth $50 at that point. He came at me fast.

I drew and shot him in the leg.

Obviously I wasn't thinking clearly, because they're not the type of arrow you use for hunting (I know, I have those too, I like hunting in my nonexistent copious spare time -- Gale really likes hunting and I go with him often as a friends thing. I'm better with a bow than he is. He can't stand it) and so you shouldn't be shooting people with them either (not that I endorse shooting people with hunting arrows, mind you) and also, well, I shot someone, period, instead of, I don't know, actually, maybe if I had been thinking clearly I would have still shot him. I must've been thinking clearly enough to aim for the leg.

He fell down, and suddenly there was a mugger, bleeding everywhere, and I was really glad I had that pay-as-you-go Wal-Mart cell phone that was maybe worth $50, because I had to call 911. And say I almost got mugged and I defended myself and shot a man in the leg -- oh, no, officer, not with a gun, with an arrow, yes, I'm an archer, no, I'm not kidding, yes that is a professional sport -- and I had to go back to my little sister so could they please hurry.

Due to being a welfare kid, I've always had some disdain for the police. The food stamps line is kind of awful all the time and the repeated screenings for everything in the world when we just want to recertify for MediCal is exhausting. But this wasn't so bad. I didn't even get cited. I got commended for defending myself.

Prim's still terrified to go outside, two days later, but tomorrow is Monday and she's got to go to school, so hopefully she'll get past that.

Mar. 29th, 2012


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Let Me Tell You, Internet


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Yesterday, I had the most brilliant and wonderful revenge plan in the entire fucking world, or at least the West Kingdom and Caid combined and had gotten as far as plotting out the details, looking up what I would need and shooting off an email to our local captain, detailing the whole entire plan, well, not the vengeance parts of it, I don't think that the SCA was ever meant to be about enacting petty revenge, as good as it would feel based on how pissed off my life's made me this week, but everything else involved here, and about as soon as I'd hit send, I realized that I'd let emotion get the better of me yet again.

As much as I still like the plan for all the other things that it entails, and all the sappy ways it's going to make me a better person or whatever, the fact that I came up with it based on my need to deliver a big fuck you to someone in my past is pretty fucking horrible. In the long run, really, what does hatching an epic plot that's going to take me at least a year to come close to succeeding in do for me as a person if it's only about the petty vengeance that I tell kids on the street they shouldn't succumb to? What does rubbing my success in someone's face when I can beat him say except "I've been obsessed with you this whole entire time and even though I'm gone, you're still running my life?" or even worse, "please validate and notice me by acknowledging the fact that I'm better than you" when I'm supposed to have left all emotion connected to this person far behind me when I went ahead and picked up my own life?

It says that I'm a lot of things there's a whole lot of ugly labels for, and that those labels are the complete truth is what it says. It says I'm immature, and petty and a lot of other things I don't even want to touch.

And I'm supposed to be the one who's going to be a role model? Jesus Christ, am I fucked up or what?

That said, I actually think my super awesome plan is going to help with about, oh, ninety percent of the issues that I've just realized I have, so I'm still going to go along with the good, humanity developing parts of it. Part one, I can start to handle on my own as I get more practice in, and start dealing with other archers again, but Part two, the one where I expand my skills and develop a new set, I'm going to need some help.

Anybody know of someone who can help me get a good seat on a horse? I can't really afford to go somewhere well known unless you're willing to let me muck out stalls in exchange for teaching me the basics, well besides the hands. The hands, I'm going to have to cover on my own at some point in the future since that's going to be real specific, but other than that, do any horsey people here have suggestions for that?


I'm going to make myself a better person, dammit. You people are gonna help me.