While a Grudgematch Was Fun...
Keeping it at the top made me appear to be the sad freaky wierdo I really am, and I can't have people onto my secret identity. Anyway, other things:
Going out last night was fun, although I felt a little guilty about leaving everyone, but since I had Ju Jitsu this morning I wanted to get home, and since Pete left I thought I might as well walk home with him. Unfortunatly, everyone disappeared in the club, and I didn't want to pay to catch them, and had to catch up with Pete anyway. So here's a big SORRY GUYS!
Other news. My stomach is killing me, and my arms are aching. This is from two days in a row 'dynamic stretching' as Phil (Sensei) calls it. Trying to strenthen the stomach muscle apparently. It hurts, but will probably benefit in the long run.
Speaking of Ju Jitsu, I came to a realisation. Soon, I will be a purple belt, and if all goes to plan, trained to be a coach. When I joined, I was in awe of the purple belts, and anyone above that. Blue was cool, so was blue-white, but at purple I was like 'Whoa!' because it was the highest non-Black Belt we had. And now I'm close to it. Which made me think, after two years, I'm getting close to actually knowing what I'm doing on a compitant level, ie: being dangerous. Which is a fun thought, because as we know, I'm not exactly the most respected person in the world when it comes to violence. I actually imagine people are sniggering as they read me claim the above. Of course, with any luck, I'll never have to use it. I'm probably not any good in a fight still, but I feel I'm getting there. I feel soon, at purple or brown-white, I'll reach those levels where I'll be pretty good at what I do. And if not, at a belt that high with coaching training the threat has got to be pretty scary.
Aside from my big headed ranting about Ju Jitsu, I have more big headed ranting to do. You see, my latest story, Diary of a Superhero, has a fan. Baird. And Pete read it to. Which feels good. I was only writing Diary of a Superhero for fun, it was never supposed to be serious or be used for anything other than a time waster for myself, but it's nice to have a fan. Of course, I just think Baird is over excitable, but I have to admit, it still feels good to hear "It's brilliant!" off of him.
Anyway, I better stop or my head will fill the room. Sorry for the big headedness, but it was that or whine, and there's plenty of whiny blogs out there if you want to read that.
Peace out!
(What does that even mean?)
Going out last night was fun, although I felt a little guilty about leaving everyone, but since I had Ju Jitsu this morning I wanted to get home, and since Pete left I thought I might as well walk home with him. Unfortunatly, everyone disappeared in the club, and I didn't want to pay to catch them, and had to catch up with Pete anyway. So here's a big SORRY GUYS!
Other news. My stomach is killing me, and my arms are aching. This is from two days in a row 'dynamic stretching' as Phil (Sensei) calls it. Trying to strenthen the stomach muscle apparently. It hurts, but will probably benefit in the long run.
Speaking of Ju Jitsu, I came to a realisation. Soon, I will be a purple belt, and if all goes to plan, trained to be a coach. When I joined, I was in awe of the purple belts, and anyone above that. Blue was cool, so was blue-white, but at purple I was like 'Whoa!' because it was the highest non-Black Belt we had. And now I'm close to it. Which made me think, after two years, I'm getting close to actually knowing what I'm doing on a compitant level, ie: being dangerous. Which is a fun thought, because as we know, I'm not exactly the most respected person in the world when it comes to violence. I actually imagine people are sniggering as they read me claim the above. Of course, with any luck, I'll never have to use it. I'm probably not any good in a fight still, but I feel I'm getting there. I feel soon, at purple or brown-white, I'll reach those levels where I'll be pretty good at what I do. And if not, at a belt that high with coaching training the threat has got to be pretty scary.
Aside from my big headed ranting about Ju Jitsu, I have more big headed ranting to do. You see, my latest story, Diary of a Superhero, has a fan. Baird. And Pete read it to. Which feels good. I was only writing Diary of a Superhero for fun, it was never supposed to be serious or be used for anything other than a time waster for myself, but it's nice to have a fan. Of course, I just think Baird is over excitable, but I have to admit, it still feels good to hear "It's brilliant!" off of him.
Anyway, I better stop or my head will fill the room. Sorry for the big headedness, but it was that or whine, and there's plenty of whiny blogs out there if you want to read that.
Peace out!
(What does that even mean?)
posted by Li at 11:58 PM
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