new blast part ii

[... continued]

yesterday:

i've realized that i'm not a winter person, i'm a montreal winter person. it's not miserable perpetually grey winter, it's very cold but mostly sunny and pretty.

fcmg brought me her initial sketches... amazing! i'm really pleased ^_^
as we were leaving we were discussing a complex rape scene that i expanded from a single line and she was excited by the imagery i employed - i feel that our conversation might have seemed a little inappropriate to the cute british girl waiting to meet the teacher as she didn't have any context... it's kind of like leda and the swan.

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another girl from our class asked me about saint sauveur and travel options, there's a good chance she and her husband will join me so that we can cut our costs :)

i went home for a quick lunch then returned for another french / english session. it amused me that my partner developed a headache when it was his turn to struggle because that's precisely what happens to me after too much french :P

training: i finally went back to the gym! i've decided i need to get those lung x-rays done as i was out of breath just from the jog there. muay thai was good though i spent more time coaching my partner than drilling. boxing wasn't bad at all, but i strained a muscle in my upper leg / butt and i got home in need of some serious stretching.

it was strangely warmer outside when i left the gym than when i'd gone there. i'm no meteorologist and that shit confused me.

i watched some ufc 2011 highlights and then made the mistake of starting fanboys when i had homework to do. it's a great film and i couldn't stop it before it was over.

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a quick chat with nystire during which he reminded me of how badly the army mismanaged my pension funds. while we were talking all i could think of was bruce willis' voice from the fifth element saying "thank you for reminding me".

the homework took a while and i was as tired as it was late before i finally went to bed.

---thursday:

a scary dream of a temporary sojourn in britain gone wrong. something about videogames and stopping a train to toss unlabelled contraband, then being caught by their outrageously ubiquitous security cameras and being interrogated by a terrifying older woman.

a second morning of endless snoozing.

french class lesson: try not to be an asshole. i found myself unintentionally condescending and was not impressed.

after class i went hunting for a sports bar i could make a reservation for saturday at, but either the places were fully booked or they weren't allowing reservations on such a big fight night. i returned home and tried to figure out how to watch pay-per-view on my ps3; i couldn't locate the live events viewer that everyone talks about and i'm not confident that the youtube experience will be good... so i guess that's a last resort if we don't find seats at a pub.

i was so exhausted that i cancelled the french practice session. exhaustion for the unemployed means a solid nap, though, so that was good. i woke up and hurriedly began posting, and almost finished but ran out of time and rushed off to jiu-jitsu. it was a good class and i learned a lot, though when it came to rolling my technique's so shoddy that i relied on power which isn't fair when you're partnered with somebody several weight classes below you. and that makes it even worse when they manhandle you with technique :P

i followed up with kickboxing and was incredibly disappointed by my breathing. at one point it got so bad that i could feel that my brain wasn't functioning correctly due to lack of oxygen. i tried the ventolin afterwards but it didn't help at all.

vfmp came over and i made dinner, we ate while discussing relationships and communication then played a game of carcassonne. it's now past my bedtime, he's just left and i have a decidedly difficult french assignment to complete... and my body's screaming for some r&r. a massage would be nice :P