My baby (no, not that one) is DEAD!
:-(

So for Christmas I got an epee from my Dad....but no offense to my Daddy but it was never the best epee in the world. For example the bellguard was made out of tin....and the blade was wrong, and the tip's ghetto, but it was my epee and I love it.

Sometimes I fence epee a lot against Mike. Mike's very good. He's also strong and when his electric epee hits my tin bellguard it leaves marks. Yesterday he was hitting so that the bellguard kept moving in on my fingers and trapping them. This isn't a good thing. His epee was dying too so we had an epee fixing party and I got a hammer and was fixing my bellguard but it wasn't really working...so then Mike took it apart and started hammering. This attracted the interest of a certain BABY KILLING SABRIST who happens to have a strong aversion to epees. He took a bellguard from the club bellguard thing and fixed my epee...and its really beautiful. It is. And its safe now. And the rest of it was going to die anyway. I needed a new epee. Now I don't need to buy a new one...

but then for payment they took my bellguard...and they...they...they KILLED IT!!!!

They made it into an ashtry :-( and they don't even smoke. Then Jason took the scalp of my baby and made it into a necklace.
They're awful people, really. Baby killers! All of them! Except for Greg.

Yesterday I went to a top secret College Democrats meeting which I was specially invited to! It was crazy times. Then I went to fencing. Then I went to Daymcracy. (yay Day!) Remember when the 7th Floor NEVER has anything to report?

So, I guess that's my life. That and being stalked. Meghan saw him yesterday outside of class picking berries off the trees outside of the auditorium.

And this is my life....