My Sword misses it's target, amidst other things.

I suppose I should do an update then.

Here goes.

Went to the Tourney on Saturday. It was better than Berk, but not nearly as fun, for some odd reason, as Cal Poly. I still felt that damn funk from not doing as well as I'd hoped. Frikin-A! It would have at least been nice to have WON a bout. I came damn close, two of my first 4 got to La Belle (That's a tie for last point, for you non fencing types) and I only got handed a doughnut once. I guess I was spoilt after making out 2-3 in the first pools at Cal Poly. Now, I did get 1-4 at Berk in the first pools, but the one victory was against a guy obviously not too good (he only did one thing..ATTACK). I really don't know what it is. On one hand, it's like I don't like the competitive atmosphere. Most everyone of the people I meet and fence are jolly good fellows (and lasses), but there's this taint that permeates me whenever I walk away with a loss. Yeeech. And yet on the other hand, it's like, well, I'd like to win at least 1 or two bouts, ya know? Walking away with a smattering of points is ok, but still! I guess I'll just have to work harder.

Got to talk a bit more with Colin of CPSLO, very neat guy, and gave me some pointers as well.

Went to Woodstocks afterward and chatted it up with the Gemini Preston and Patrick (The latter I introduced myself to, he's got some qualities I like a bit better than Preston, namely: he is an Epeeist and knows that Epeeists rule). It was interesting though, like having a slightly different version of our own PNT but equally cool. Also chatted with most all the fencers both at the tourney and at Woodstocks after. Stuck pretty much with Preston, Sascha, Mel, Frieda, Toes, Matt, Cody, Nam and the crew. Went to Cuarto at midnight with Preston, Patrick, Sascha, Mel and a few others to soak our weary bodies in the hot tub. Good stuff. Conked out afterwards.

Sunday, did my reading, lounged about, watched Predator 2 with Toes, and most unfortunately, had to cancel my visit with My Lady. As right as it was for her to get her homework done and buckle down, it still was a letdown. Sometimes the right thing to do doesn't feel that way. I have little hope for anything with her before this weekend, namely because of my schedual. Hopefully she'll be able to make it to a little evening Soiree that Preston has planned on Saturday. ::sigh::

I really should do a Viola Practice. In fact, lemme do it right now.

Enough. More Later.
- James