Dreams, sparring and stuff

Yeah so today was a day of crazy non-sequitor emotions. Early this morning I was having my Gomez Dream again. I dream about this dude every few months, or maybe like once or twice a year, more like, now that I think of it. It's always a very happy dream and sometimes I'm just calling this dream-man “Gomez” because Gomez Addams was sort of my first and most enduring crush, and seriously a kind of masculine ideal for me (starting with John Astin's Gomez when I was a kid and then HUGELY when Raul Julia played him to perfection.) But sometimes in the dream the guy is totally supposed to really be Gomez Addams and last night that's what happened. He was kind of a cross between John Astin and Raul Julia, and I was Morticia except I was wearing a wine-colored dress with these trailing sleeves.

Anyway, I had to somehow win him over and I already knew the end of the story so it didn't matter what I did. I wanted to make it exciting. So I decided that in order to win him over, I would shoot him with these tiny poison darts that I kept on this little firing weapon on my wrist. (I liked this imaginary weapon so much that today before Neuro I went and wrote it into my story. O_O ) Anyway, so I totally poisoned him and he thought that was really cool. But, I wasn't ready to just give up and get married yet. It was too easy. I decided to travel to France to learn to speak French (duh.) As Morticia I had the power of teleportation, but instead of landing in France I way overshot and landed on some Caribbean island. I was upset because, being Morticia and all I wanted to stay out of the sun. So I carried an umbrella around on the beach. There was some party going on in a hotel and the waves were crashing on the shore but I wanted no part of it. So I teleported back home, wherever that was.

At “home” there was a huge party going on and Gomez was walking among the guests, trying to get everyone to dance. For fun, I hid an ax in an old grandfather clock so that when he opened it, it would fall out and he would have do dodge it. I thought, “How exciting!” Eventually he went over and opened it, saw my little trap and thought it was the most wonderful thing ever. I was so happy that we had the same sensibility. I walked past him at the party and he said, “You don't even have to try, the answer is YES.”

Then I woke up.

I don't even want to begin to guess.

Well, so I made some changes in Le Novel and got really excited about writing again, as happens once in a while. All during my drive to school this afternoon I couldn't wait to get back onto OpenOffice (or OpenOrifice as I call it,) and just let my writer-freak flag fly. Neuro was fun today as it always is. I had dinner and headed off to Kung Fu thinking it'd just be like any other class, but I was still so happy to be going there. Sometimes it really inspires me. I began to wonder what it would be like to really get back into sparring in class, and if we were ever going to do that again. I wondered, What would I do? What combos would I throw? Could I land any hits? We very often do sparring drills and lots of light contact stuff, but it has been years, literally years since we've had real sparring matches and they ended shortly after I joined. So as far as real sparring matches, with BANG BANG BANG punching and kicking and other kinds of Kung Fu stuff, I've only done three the whole time.

Well, WOW, it was just as much fun, and just as draining as I remembered it. I always pride myself at never really getting winded at Kung Fu – that when all the boys half my age are falling down and gasping, I'm still happily training away. Fighting is different. Usual rounds are about 1-3 minutes. I went first against the Gold Dragon for about five minutes and he's been sparring for years at the other school and knows what the hell he is doing. He went really light contact on me and was very helpful. But after about five minutes I had to stop for water. Then we went back to it for another five or so. Then I sparred with Homeslice (I call him that because we found out shortly after he joined that we went to high school together,) for about another five. Then with the Empress's boyfriend (who is 18, about 6' and outweighs me by half again,) for about three minutes, then another three minutes. I seriously, seriously, seriously had to stop to take a break after that. Time truly is subjective, and very much so when someone is punching you in the eye and you HAVE NOT STOPPED MOVING ONCE.

In black belt we did trapping but intense trapping. Again, Dragon totally helped me a lot. I learned a lot from Homeslice but at one point I thought he was going to snap my wrist. (I'm flexible, but after a certain amount of flexion, bones and tendons start to snap, seriously. I have to start telling people, “Enough.” It doesn't hurt now, but it's going to.)

Err, I also have to stop apologizing when I punch my sparring partner.

Anyway. So it was such great fun and then I drove the Empress and her boyfriend home. I don't know what happened in my brain. We were talking about cake, or food or something, and all of a sudden my brain went, “I really wish I could talk to Dad and tell him all about this.” I heard him say, “You have to keep your hands up – did you keep your hands up?” and “A boxing round is about a minute, but that's a long minute when you're in the ring” and all the other stuff he would have said to me. I just wished more than anything that I could tell him all about it.

I managed to shove those thoughts into a brain-box until after I'd dropped Empress and her boy home, and then the floodgates just opened and I was like that for the rest of the ride home.

So I went to Mom's, watched TV with her, ate toast with Nutella, then took my Ninja Wizards to my house where I was just totally “blah” with nothing left, not even the cool stuff I wanted to add to Le Novel. I'll have to try to re-ignite that spark tomorrow after shopping and homework (of which I have tons. Homework, that is.)

Oh, and yesterday I registered for next semester. Not only are they trying to tell me I owe them $700 due to a “rebate” they said they gave me which is not really mine (let's never mind that THEY OWE ME TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS, actually $4500 but honestly, $2000 is all I'm going to get unless we go to court and I just don't have the spit for it, and BTW I'm still waiting for that money,) BUT! They also told me that my credits from the OM program magically did not make it to my massage therapy program and are just, I dunno, floating around in the goddamn ether and essentially that I wasn't allowed to register because I was technically just a freshman with only five credits.

Welp, as you can imagine, I just about bitchslapped someone. It took hours--hours--sitting there getting repeatedly bumped to the bottom of the list, before they called me up another five times and finally straightened most of it out.

This school sucks. I need to get my license and run the other way as fast as possible.

Well, that was the last few days, I guess. Dreams: bizarre. Sparring: awesome. Brain: unpredictable. School administration: Balls-up. Novel: Back on fire tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and I also got the Gundam Wing box set (part one) and have been re-watching that old favorite. Escapism FTW!

Dreams, sparring and stuff

Yeah so today was a day of crazy non-sequitor emotions. Early this morning I was having my Gomez Dream again. I dream about this dude every few months, or maybe like once or twice a year, more like, now that I think of it. It's always a very happy dream and sometimes I'm just calling this dream-man “Gomez” because Gomez Addams was sort of my first and most enduring crush, and seriously a kind of masculine ideal for me (starting with John Astin's Gomez when I was a kid and then HUGELY when Raul Julia played him to perfection.) But sometimes in the dream the guy is totally supposed to really be Gomez Addams and last night that's what happened. He was kind of a cross between John Astin and Raul Julia, and I was Morticia except I was wearing a wine-colored dress with these trailing sleeves.

Anyway, I had to somehow win him over and I already knew the end of the story so it didn't matter what I did. I wanted to make it exciting. So I decided that in order to win him over, I would shoot him with these tiny poison darts that I kept on this little firing weapon on my wrist. (I liked this imaginary weapon so much that today before Neuro I went and wrote it into my story. O_O ) Anyway, so I totally poisoned him and he thought that was really cool. But, I wasn't ready to just give up and get married yet. It was too easy. I decided to travel to France to learn to speak French (duh.) As Morticia I had the power of teleportation, but instead of landing in France I way overshot and landed on some Caribbean island. I was upset because, being Morticia and all I wanted to stay out of the sun. So I carried an umbrella around on the beach. There was some party going on in a hotel and the waves were crashing on the shore but I wanted no part of it. So I teleported back home, wherever that was.

At “home” there was a huge party going on and Gomez was walking among the guests, trying to get everyone to dance. For fun, I hid an ax in an old grandfather clock so that when he opened it, it would fall out and he would have do dodge it. I thought, “How exciting!” Eventually he went over and opened it, saw my little trap and thought it was the most wonderful thing ever. I was so happy that we had the same sensibility. I walked past him at the party and he said, “You don't even have to try, the answer is YES.”

Then I woke up.

I don't even want to begin to guess.

Well, so I made some changes in Le Novel and got really excited about writing again, as happens once in a while. All during my drive to school this afternoon I couldn't wait to get back onto OpenOffice (or OpenOrifice as I call it,) and just let my writer-freak flag fly. Neuro was fun today as it always is. I had dinner and headed off to Kung Fu thinking it'd just be like any other class, but I was still so happy to be going there. Sometimes it really inspires me. I began to wonder what it would be like to really get back into sparring in class, and if we were ever going to do that again. I wondered, What would I do? What combos would I throw? Could I land any hits? We very often do sparring drills and lots of light contact stuff, but it has been years, literally years since we've had real sparring matches and they ended shortly after I joined. So as far as real sparring matches, with BANG BANG BANG punching and kicking and other kinds of Kung Fu stuff, I've only done three the whole time.

Well, WOW, it was just as much fun, and just as draining as I remembered it. I always pride myself at never really getting winded at Kung Fu – that when all the boys half my age are falling down and gasping, I'm still happily training away. Fighting is different. Usual rounds are about 1-3 minutes. I went first against the Gold Dragon for about five minutes and he's been sparring for years at the other school and knows what the hell he is doing. He went really light contact on me and was very helpful. But after about five minutes I had to stop for water. Then we went back to it for another five or so. Then I sparred with Homeslice (I call him that because we found out shortly after he joined that we went to high school together,) for about another five. Then with the Empress's boyfriend (who is 18, about 6' and outweighs me by half again,) for about three minutes, then another three minutes. I seriously, seriously, seriously had to stop to take a break after that. Time truly is subjective, and very much so when someone is punching you in the eye and you HAVE NOT STOPPED MOVING ONCE.

In black belt we did trapping but intense trapping. Again, Dragon totally helped me a lot. I learned a lot from Homeslice but at one point I thought he was going to snap my wrist. (I'm flexible, but after a certain amount of flexion, bones and tendons start to snap, seriously. I have to start telling people, “Enough.” It doesn't hurt now, but it's going to.)

Err, I also have to stop apologizing when I punch my sparring partner.

Anyway. So it was such great fun and then I drove the Empress and her boyfriend home. I don't know what happened in my brain. We were talking about cake, or food or something, and all of a sudden my brain went, “I really wish I could talk to Dad and tell him all about this.” I heard him say, “You have to keep your hands up – did you keep your hands up?” and “A boxing round is about a minute, but that's a long minute when you're in the ring” and all the other stuff he would have said to me. I just wished more than anything that I could tell him all about it.

I managed to shove those thoughts into a brain-box until after I'd dropped Empress and her boy home, and then the floodgates just opened and I was like that for the rest of the ride home.

So I went to Mom's, watched TV with her, ate toast with Nutella, then took my Ninja Wizards to my house where I was just totally “blah” with nothing left, not even the cool stuff I wanted to add to Le Novel. I'll have to try to re-ignite that spark tomorrow after shopping and homework (of which I have tons. Homework, that is.)

Oh, and yesterday I registered for next semester. Not only are they trying to tell me I owe them $700 due to a “rebate” they said they gave me which is not really mine (let's never mind that THEY OWE ME TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS, actually $4500 but honestly, $2000 is all I'm going to get unless we go to court and I just don't have the spit for it, and BTW I'm still waiting for that money,) BUT! They also told me that my credits from the OM program magically did not make it to my massage therapy program and are just, I dunno, floating around in the goddamn ether and essentially that I wasn't allowed to register because I was technically just a freshman with only five credits.

Welp, as you can imagine, I just about bitchslapped someone. It took hours--hours--sitting there getting repeatedly bumped to the bottom of the list, before they called me up another five times and finally straightened most of it out.

This school sucks. I need to get my license and run the other way as fast as possible.

Well, that was the last few days, I guess. Dreams: bizarre. Sparring: awesome. Brain: unpredictable. School administration: Balls-up. Novel: Back on fire tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and I also got the Gundam Wing box set (part one) and have been re-watching that old favorite. Escapism FTW!