Overheard on the bus

From UBC to the Skytrain station

Her: "Oh...My God. He is SO self centered. I mean, why the hell would I want to listen to his problems on a Friday night? I mean. I have a LIFE you know" <-- add "valley girl" accent.

Her friend: "*Totally*

Her: "Anyway I have to get off here. I'm going Shoppingggg!" <-- said in a sing-song "I'm so happy" voice

... I hope she wasn't talking about a friend. Or family member. I hope I hope I hope I hope...

Karma?

I quickly realized that he was too tall for me to effectively do...anything. Tall, lanky... limbs too long to be evaded. So I changed my game and started just putting my foot in his face. Not kicking him. More like... pawing his face with my foot.

Him: "Oh...oh that sucks."
Me: "Yeah well. So does being stuck in mount for 5 minutes." *paw..paw paw*
Him: "Argh... this...I don't like this!" *roll*
*smack* <-- his elbow. My face.
...
Him: "... That was your face eh?"
Me: "Yeah... I might have deserved that."

Another day... another jiu jitsu class

This time, I picked someone my own size. The instructor ran over as the round started
Instructor: "Wait! You two need to move over there!"
Us: "What? Why? There's space here"
Instructor: "But look!" (he points at two giants beside us) "and look!" (points to two more giants on the other side) "I don't want you to get kicked in your pretty face! They'll crush you!"
Me: "But what about Sebastian's face?" (gesturing to my awkward, teen-aged partner)
Instructor: "... yeah. Him too."
Sebastian: "aw maaaaan"
Me: "I think we just got sent to the corner. *sigh*"

In other news I learned how to flip upside down from an open guard today.
Yesssssss.

Numb

It never ceases to amaze me...the things we do to our bodies.

After a training session today I can barely feel my hands. We were practicing trapping. Fast. Intricate hand work. A good chunk of time spent taking strikes to the forearms.

I kept getting tangled with one of the drills. My training partner was much taller than me. Arms the size of my legs. The movements are more difficult when the body you're attempting to fight is heavier than what you're using to defend with.

Me: *fumble*
Him: "heh"
....
Me: *fumble*
Him: "eh heh heh"
Me: "It would help me...if you didn't laugh at me every time I mess up"
Him: "What? No. I'm laughing 'cause my hand keeps touching your boob."
Me: "...?" *fumble* "Oh. You're right. Quit that"
Him: "but you're doing it!"
Me: *fumble*
Him: "OW!"

... I think I won?

Wait and sea...?

I've had some time recently.

Ok. Not true. So I've needed a distraction. This is what I made!
... hooray? No? okay...so. not useful. Or pretty. but... they make me happy.

So there.

where am I?

My sense of direction is...mysterious.
There was, briefly, a time when it was "good". I used it frequently. Took courses that relied on an ability to read a map in the Air Cadets.
I was also organized, for this brief time.

And then I realized that other people have maps in their heads. They can find places they've been to once, because they know where those places are in relation to the other things on the maps in their heads.

I got lost on an airplane once. Just for a moment, but... seriously. How does that happen?

The other day I found myself repeatedly disoriented upon leaving one specific class room (Three times in a row. That bad). My instinct was to blame the light. The basement-ness of the room in combination with the floursecents and the sameness of the hallways of the university.

But really, it's me.
My compass is broken.
*sigh*
I'm going to start leaving chalk marks on all the walls as I walk from place to place.