spoiled chinese girl

Systema was AWSOME. Shannon, Jonathon & I showed up at 8pm when we thought the class was starting (and normally, it's when it would start) but instead were greeted with the fact that tonight was a special seminar run by a guest instructor, and we were totally welcomed in to join even though we were an hour behind.

I'm finding the “less-popular” the sport, the nicer the people are. Not everywhere you would meet up with extremely understanding people who are patient and spend the time to explain to you how they're supposed to break your arm as they throw you to the ground. Also the demographic of who was at the seminar was somewhat surprising. I didn't find the percentage of women there *that* surprising, but it was the older(50+) men that was surprising to me.

Anyways, we're going back next week to take a few more classes, and I might just check out the school that's closer to my house since they've got a more full schedule that won't interfere with my first love.

Off to ride the Toronto Islands in a little bit, round and round and round we'll go. Started my job search last night by acquiring a neat little laser printer. Now to aquire myself a cute fax machine and I should be set.

Oh, and to all two of you who are wondering what I'm considering for a career change, I highly doubt piercing will be it. Mostly because of the traumatic experience that follows. All the piercings with CBR's already existed, I just stretched them to 14g a few weeks ago. The two barbells were the new piercings done 2 nights ago. Oh, this was done on Brandon (a.k.a. BrandonTheTool) if you're wondering.

i needed to park my car in a covered parking lot. and found a spot for it, then went to meet someone in an office somewhere to pick up a unicycle and some extra stuff.� i met up with a girl who was getting her school report back, and grabbed some piles of sheets and a stapler off the table after she spoke with her instructor.� we went back to the hood of her car where she began to collate her report, it was like 10 copies of a three page report that wasn’t collated or bound and she was doing it now.� i guess i helped her edit it or something because she gave me a copy that she quickly stapled together, and i noticed she put the pages backwards so the biblography/work cited list was on top, the report was in the middle and her cover page was on the bottom.� also she didn’t jog the sheets together so the edges were sticking out in different angles when it was stapled.

my car was boxed in with two other vehicles. one car that parked across, then this wheeled contraption that seemed to hold elementary school gym equipment.� i wheeled the gym equipment across the parking lot and “parked” it across 2 parking spots, then the owner of the car came back and we pushed the car together into it’s own parking spot.� but i had to go to the bathroom.

i didn’t want to go back into that office for the bathroom, and i was questioning whether they actually had one in there.� so instead i went over to where they were building/rebuilding another end of the lot.� i ended up talking to this guy about the simpsons, and while he was working on a celing with another guy he kept asking me the character names to explain to his partner.� like he was saying the husband and wife was bart and marge, and i had to correct him saying it was homer and marge.

then i went to the bathroom which was just installed.� i slipped on something and ended up with dust/dirt all over my hands, and i coudln’t get up until i grabbed the doorframe of the bathroom which was covered in wet paint (that was white).� i was disgusted until i realized i was wearing gloves and none of the dirt was actually on me, and threw them in the garbage.� the garbage can was full of takeout or other food containers.� the handicapped stall in the bathroom had a toilet where it looked like someone dumped their pasta dish (ravoli?) in and didn’t flush it down.� the second looked like a whole lot of paper towel and used table napkins from lunch.� the sinks were covered in plastic.

I just stuck a sharp pointy object into someone. on purpose.

Last night's PPV was awsome. Twas funny that I arrived with beer just as the party that was already residing was heading out to get beer. I'm so happy that both of my predictions (generally based on how hot the guy was, and nothing on their weight, skill level, track record or reach was ever considered) were correct. Then to make fun of those who were fence-sitting or flip-flopping, generally because they went from the winner to the non-winner.

I also had the bright idea of not leaving until 3am. Getting home at like 3:20. Then spending the next 40 minutes setting up MySpace pages for a couple projects. Yay! MySpace! /sarcasm. (So I got to bed at 4am, and popped awake at 9am)

Anyways, I think I'm going to start getting heavily bruised this week. And my ears may forever hate me. But for now I will be going to the gyme to work off the cookies I ate for breakfast, then seeing about playing the role of piercer to a very drunken idoit. (who's IAM page is expired so he can't read this anyways. haha)

P.S. Anyone know how to get in contact with mal? I thought his website was mal-content.com (edit: Nick found him for me, it's mal-content.net) but unless he became a clothing company that ain't it, and I just realized I never had his e-mail address.