Raise your hand if you care about baseball!!!!
oh wait, no one. My bad. (My apologies to those of you who actually do) My daddy bought me a book when I was little where you put your picture in the back and then you end up beating the Oakland A's in a baseball game. And yes, I was a NY Yankee. I wanted to be a baseball player and I played t-ball and stuff with Kidsplay...but then I found out I couldn't play professionally, my hopes were dashed, and I never cared about baseball again. Sad story, I know. I mean sure, Bisons baseball with my family, but it doesn't count.

Anyway last night I went to the GSA with Stephen. I knew about 2 other people there? Out of 20? Stephen was really excited about the turnout because he was expecting like, 4 people. I wore my rainbow socks from London accidently (I didn't think about it in the morning) but its all good. For the first time all day I wasn't the only one wearing rainbow socks. Chrissy brought me those back from London. She's cool!!

I wore a skirt yesterday and the problem was I have these HUGE fencing bruises on my thigh and like 3 randoms were like "OH MY GOD! what happened???" and I was like "uhhhh, its ok" and I looked really bad. Ah well. I wore a sweatshirt so they didn't see my arm bruises. haha, I'm so abused.

Today French wasn't fun and then I worked on my global community paper all day. It was as fun as it sounds. If you need to ever know something about the economic side to globalization? I guess you could ask me if you wanted. Then Hong-Diem and I attempted to finish our stupid webworks because the crazy professor finally decided to email us back but she lied to us so we still couldn't get it and then it was after 8 and I was missing fencing and freaking out and then she FINALLY replied and was like "oh, I misread it, you did THIS wrong instead" and so I killed her. Not really.

Then I ran down to fencing and I got made fun of because I was late. Then I made fun of them. Making fun of people = fencing. Then I had the worst choice ever in front of me--footwork with Dave, Matt, and Mike or sabre with Jason. It was awful!! I mean I don't know either....but I really did used to know footwork so I *sigh* brought myself down a couple levels and did sabre. Ew. Sometimes I really don't know how to fence. Sometimes I really hate fleching and drunken fencing and sabre as a whole. Sometimes Jason knows that I hate these things and does them alot. Then I got to fence Mike in epee except Jason was directing and commentating so it wasn't exactly fair. Oh well, at least it wasn't sabre.

In other words, the dirty dragon looks like it has leperacy.
In other words, that sounds like a code. If you know what I mean.
What I mean is I really need to shower because I was too close to sabrists for my own good.

That is all.