in my spare time, i am:

• eradicating my language (again) of unnecessary exclamation marks. they always sneak up on me.
• applying for random jobs via craigslist (does this count as looking for work?)--and by jobs, i mean personals...(jk)
• wishing i had the guts to ACTUALLY get a mohawk instead of this normal haircut (which i like, but isn't daring). the problem with punk haircuts is that they take too much product and time, and i just don't have enough F*CK YOU in me to shave my head completely (what if i have a lumpy skull?)
• wrapping xmas gifts (YAY)
• reading roald dahl books
• dreaming of things i can do in my spare time

over the weekend, i played my first ever indoors tournament. it's a lot different than i expected. the courts are roughly the size of a basketball court, and there are walls about 1 foot outside of the boundary lines. my first game, i had a rough time finding the field...tons of my leading passes went bonking off walls. by the end of the tourney, i'd learned that it's all about blades. unfortunately, i didn't quite manage to unlearn my lesson at yesterday's iceni/iso practice. every huck i threw had a dramatic o/i curve to it. whoops, sorry girls. oh, and you know how i thought it was a mixed savage tourney? no such luck--it was an open savage tourney, and 1 of our 3 guys dropped out last minute so we had to replace him with a girl. at least the small courts meant that guys couldn't burn us deep that badly. i had a couple of hammers thrown over my head, but for the most part, i managed to keep up on d. i even managed to d 2 deep throws (as in, i got a hand on the disc).

sunday got a bit out of hand. we got pappadams, french bread, whipped cream, and pie tins from the local supermarket for carbo jousting. after our games, each team nominated 2 ppl, a horse and a knight. the knight, holding a pappadam shield and a french bread lance, would charge the opposition on the horse. the first time we tried it, i (having thrown the first turn) and jon (having dropped the first drop) were the knight and horse. both our pappadam and the opposition's broke, but we were declared the losers, and ended with cream pies in the face. and that's the story of why i spent the rest of the day smelling like babies. later, during duck duck goose, i slipped on a patch of wet floor and accidentally laid out into a bunch of bags and water bottles, earning me a nice purple bump on my thigh. like i said, indoors is nothing at all like normal ulty.

place names in england are plain silly.