Exhaustion

     I didn't get my usual 10 hours of sleep today... Basically, this entire Summer so far I've been having a sleep at 2am, wake up at noon type deal, and today pretty much destroyed my usual system. Which resulted* in utter exhaustion.

*It took me 3 attempts to spell "resulted" just then; one of the variations included "resaulted". I worry myself...

     And to top it all off, I was limping around all day today. My knee was killing me last night after fencing practice. I'm going to have to watch my form next time and make sure I'm not doing anything screwy. I felt like I was having rather energetic lunges that night... Luckily it's almost fine now, but you can't be too careful. 

     

     In other news, about two days from now is Monday and also the start of an International, Elite, Super-Advanced/Competitive People's, etc. Fencing Camp and I'm surprised at how bummed I am that I'm not attending it... Not that I would've expected to do well, but it seems like a good experience. Maybe next year (I hope) but for now I'll have to interrogate my fencing friend about all the camp's details to absorb all those fencing feels. (< rocking fencing blog btw, check it out!) 

Signing off. 

Adieu.

Tuesday Fencing Withdrawal

     >_< 
   
     I know I'm obsessed with fencing when I internally die as the clock hits eight-o-clock and I'm still sitting on my couch ranting about how I missed a fencing class. Tuesday classes are one of my favorites too...plus it makes me wonder what I missed. 

     

     Of course, I do have the option to go to Monday and Wednesday classes to make up for my missing Tuesday class but...nope. Not that I'm assuming the Monday and Wednesday classes are going to suck, but I've been informed they're like Friday classes and considering my current skill-level and my lack of people I know who go to those classes...yeah, no. One day though. 


My Fencing Class Terminology:
Time Frame: 7:00-8:00 / 7:00-8:30*; *usually on Fridays with optional bouts after the class

Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays*: the competitive fencers; *beginners are sometimes present on Fridays

Tuesdays, Thursdays: beginner-intermediate classes; I think these classes match my current skill-level but I don't really know...God knows I'm no expert about fencing :^P

Signing off. 
(And praying that my coaches and or other fencers I have associated myself with never ever find this...)

Adieu.

An Inevitable Failure in the Making

     I don't refer to myself when I say "failure in the making"; I'm too full of myself to be that pessimistic. I merely refer to my inability to maintain journal-like texts: diary entries, actual journals, and, of course, blogs. I can't be the only one with this inability, right? Right? 

     

     Oh, whatever. My search for answers will fall on blind eyes anyway. It's not like anyone will actually read this blog let alone take the time to comment on it. And, as I just mentioned above, I'm a total failure at maintaining stuff like this so don't get too invested in my writings (not that anyone will, of course) because that will only lead to disappointment on your part. 

     I've created this blog out of boredom and...yeah, just boredom. No other reason besides that really. I guess it's nice to have my thoughts organized in a convenient, online-y format too. And it's also comforting to know that random Internet people will be reading my ramblings that went astray from my Train of Thought. (Again, not that anyone will actually read this.) 

     "What will be on this snazzy blog?" I ask Myself.

     "God knows," Myself replies.

     I couldn't have said it better myself. Really, whatever I type goes, so yeah. What will most likely be on this blog, however, are my rants on how boring my summer vacation is, writing related stuff, reading related stuff, fencing related stuff, and Me related stuff.

     "Hey!" I and Myself protest.

     "You're included too," Me says with an eye roll. "Imbeciles," Me mutters. 

...I literally have no idea where that Me, Myself, and I crap came from. My brain hurts right now. 

Signing off. 

Adieu.