Ramblings of a Wandering Luney

Fencing last night was fun in a weird way. First, I fell on my butt trying to get away from Gina because my shoe now lacks traction, and I fell into the foils. I started to make a crack onthe foils just now, but then I remembered that I'm the one on the floor on my butt. I bouted Gina and definetly lost. I wasn't really getting the cross back, which is weird cause I use to be good at that. So John decided to give me a hand and chased me backwards as fast as he could advance.

"Ashley, how is it that I can advance faster than you can run backwards."
"I have no clue..."
"Shut up. Imagine I'm a big hairybarbarian chasing you down."
"John..."
"I'm a big hairy barbarian, now run!"

I can run backwards now.

John and I did normal bouting for what felt like forever after practice ended. We just didn't want to stop, well, until he fell. Then we stopped. Michael was taking me way too seriously. I would yell and hit myself on the mask when I messed up, and Michael would tell me to chill. I guess he didn't hear me laughing. I was joking frustrated, not actually frustrated. It's like when I pretend to be pissed (ask Josh about that one).

Right now I'm listening to David Wilcox (and if you don't know who that is, you're missing out). The song Show the Way is awesome. I usually call it Love Wrote Play. I love that song.

I switched majors. Well, not really. I switched tracts and still don't have a major. But I like my new one, so I'm a happy girl.

I've been playing alot of pool lately. I'm still not good at it, but I can at least break now. =-)

Well I'll stop typing before I start typing Wilcox lyrics.