10% Chance of precip at 200-300. 31 F 20% Chance of precip at 400. 31 F 30% Chance at 500. 30 F 60% Chance at 600-800. 30 F. Forcast now mentions the S word 70% Chance at 900-1000. 32 F. The S word has been changed to the WM words. Ironically, these are not four letters. 80% Chance at 1100. 32 F. 90% Chance at 1200. 32 F. Freezing Rain. 70, 60, 50 I predict.... NO SNOW. Stop Drinking... Go to sleep... and GO TO CLASS.
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I'm almost afraid to write this on here. I know you read it again. But, fuck it. It's my freaking blog, right? Sorry for the cursing T Rex. Okay, well here goes: I'm afraid to drown in you. What if I loose myself? As in, my personality, individuality. I'm afraid that, as opposed to developing a healthy mental state with strong self-reliance, I'm making all my decisions based on you. We are not one, we are but two. Two very separate people. What if I do it all for you and then I've got nothing to call my own? You've been here, this state in life. You've been here, able as a single, strong, young person, to develop yourself, make life decisions, based on you. Not on he or she or it or your significant other or your dog. Just you. I don't have that. I have to think, well I need a job that will pay the bills because he loves working where he does and I don't want to have to be the person to pull him out of that. That fucking sucks. I mean, I shouldn&
[Mal refuses to kill the prone, humiliated Atherton.] Mal : Mercy is the mark of a great man. [He lightly stabs Atherton.] Mal : Guess I'm just a good man. [He repeats the poking.] Mal : Well, I'm all right. . . . Sir Warrick : You didn't have to wound that man. Mal : Yeah, I know. It was just funny. -------------------------------------------------------- Simon : I'm very sorry if she tipped off anyone about your cunningly concealed herd of cows. -------------------------------------------------------- Patron : This is a holy cleansing. You cannot think to thwart God's will. Mal : Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. [but] It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting. ... Mal : Cut her down! Patron : The girl is a witch. Mal : Ye
Rich Girl Hall & Oates You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old man's money You can rely on the old man's money It's a bitch girl and it's gone too far 'Cause you know it don't matter anyway Say money but it won't get you too far, Get you too far High and dry, out of the rain It's so easy to hurt others when you can't feel pain And don't you know that a love can't grow 'Cause there's too much to give, 'cause you'd rather live For the thrill of it all, oh
She navigates her bicycle through the dark, wet streets. She chose this day on purpose: the rain is essential. Seeing his house, she pulls up on the pot-holed driveway. She hops off her bike and wheels it to under the carport, gently leaning it against the house. She turns and heads towards the front door, and, as she does so, walks into a tree. "Oh, shit--" she exclaims, softly, but perhaps not as soft as she'd like. She wonders, did he hear her? She walks to the door. ----------------- He feeds his fish and watches them for a moment. He thinks that he should probably change their water this weekend. He makes his way to his study. As he walks through the living room, he could swear he heard someone outside. He pauses, looking out the front window. Movement? Perhaps just the tree swaying in the wind. He keeps walking then stops again. There is definitely the sound of movement on his front porch. Someone is talking to themselves. ----------------- She pauses on the front
Why The Cure Is Amazing Moving forward using all my breath Making love to you was never second best I saw the world thrashing all around your face Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace I'll stop the world and melt with you You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time There's nothing you and I won't do I'll stop the world and melt with you (You should know better) Dream of better lives the kind which never hate (You should see why) Dropped in the state of imaginary grace (You should know better) I made a pilgrimage to save this humans race (You should see why) What I'm comprehending a race that long gone bye --------------------- I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you It's Friday, I'm in love Monday you can fall apart Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart Thursday doesn't even start It's Friday I'm in love Saturday, wait And Sunday
So Jeff and I were talking last night. He's pretty bummed that I want to stop having sex, but he knows its important to me. And then he asked if we were gonna have problems because he's not Catholic. I said, I don't know. I don't think so. I hope not... I said, you know, if we have kids, I'm going to want to raise them Catholic. He said we should expose them to other things, too. I said well you're agnostic and Tiffany, so that's two. Then he said, is it okay if I don't go with you to church. That hit me pretty hard. I guess I should've realized it, but I didn't. He's gone with me to church before. Maybe that's because it was still in the impress me stage. I pictured myself sitting in church every Sunday; people giving me pitying looks because "Oh, her husband's not Catholic, bless her heart..." and you know what "bless her heart" means. I'm sitting there trying to ignore them... Looking at my fingernails. Yea,
So, I've sent an email to PSBN (that's Pu Sah Bum Nym, T-rex) saying that I need to cut back on KSW. I've got so much going on! I have to balance church, school, ksw, community service, social time and me time (both of which are vital for a healthy mental state). And, when I get my car, a job to pay for the lovely bills. I've cut back on social time first... But now, I'm cutting back on KSW. I will go just on Saturdays when I'm in town now, as opposed to Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays when I'm in town. I'm kinda bummed, but I didn't want to stop altogether. I've seen what happens when people "take time off" of KSW. Even if I said, "It's just untill I get a better grip on things..." I have visions, not wholly farfetched, of graduating college and then, well, I'll start back up after grad school, after I get a job, and so forth and so on. So, to prevent myself from quitting, I'lll go on Saturdays when I'm in t
I got my first assignment back for the semester. We had a quiz on the Constitution in American Gov't (damn the core classes!!!!) that is worth 10% of our final grade. What? No, I didn't say test, I said quiz. A quiz with 70 questions. Whatever. Anyway, I made an 87 after curving. an 82 before... I'm pleased. Curved or not, I made a B. Lets see if I can boost this to an A. How do I expect to make a 3.8 with these damned Bs!!!!
I just got back from the student mass. It was pretty awesome! We sang some awesome songs: Trading My Sorrows by Daniels Window!!!! and Days of Elijah, which, coincidentally, I'd been hoping we'd sing last Sunday. I was talking to Jenn and Ann after mass about the hand movements and how easy they are "Yes (thumbs up) Lord (make L with hand), Yes (thumbs up) Lord (make L with hand), Yes (thumbs up) Yes (still thumbs up) Lord (make L with hand)" It was pretty exciting. Then Jen and I started talking about the other movements and I said that I was always in pain when I should be ashamed and always sad when I should be sick. Don't it always seem to go that way? Also, I just finished Tiffy's scarf!!! Yay! It's very exciting, with fun colors and even fringe!!! I'd mail it too you, Tiffy, but I'd be so so nervous that I'd get lost because I'm so excited to see you have it... So, I guess I'll just have to wear it this week :-)
Maybe we'll go to Dr. Cote's house today to do laundry. That would be awesome!!! I need clean clothes. Oh, bless you N. Cote!!! What Bucepalus thinks as he swims around his tank: When's she gonna feed me? She's just... hey! She's just sitting there. Maybe if I do the angry fins... Oh, come on lady! Don't you see the angry fins? Maybe, I'll just wait. Just float here, just lie on this fake blade of kelp and rela... OH MY GOD I'M SO HUNGRY!!! ANGRY FINS! Damnit.... STOP STARING AT ME AND FEED ME! Do you REALLY want to invoke the wrath of Bucephalus ? I'm a Fighting Fish ! I can so take you!!! FEED ME!!!!
Sometimes, I wish more people would blog, so I'd know what they're thinking... Maybe because I'm nosey. Should stop that so much. But, I've got big news. I'm going to do something that, well... I'm going to stop doing something I've been doing for over two years. And it's kinda scary. (Actually, I like to spell scarey with an 'e'... I like the way it looks... but I won't.... because I am CORRECTO !!!!) I'm going to tell him. Jeff. That maybe.... you know... I miss being a practicing Catholic within the state of grace. That.... maybe being up here makes me realize how awesome it is... That.... well, maybe I've been praying about it and... well, maybe I think it'd be the right thing For... you know... us to stop... You know... sleeping together... I'm pretty nervous....
Alex, Ann and I took a road trip to Michael's and Hollywood Video. Oh, and by road trip, I mean down Franklin... yeah... I have no car:-( Anyway, we were talking about christmas, because McAddenville has the greatest christmas lights display and I was remembering how Dr. Cote had a christmas party for us when I was a freshman. We tried to think of who else might have one: We decided that Munroe (I think that's her name... English prof. I've never had her) and D. Williams should have christmas parties. Oh, and I also need to have a meeting with Dr. Thuot for 2 reasons. 1) to tell him he's a black belt! :-) Remember my dream with the four professors? They were all blackbelts. I recall now that I didn't say who the profs were, but he was one of them. Also Tiwari was as I've previously mentioned. Okay and 2) to teach him how to add friends to facebook.
Sometimes, I used to wonder what it would be like to slam my car into the columns that hold the overpasses up on the highway. You know what I'm talking about? I wondered if I would die... If I would see strange things... If it would all just go away... It was a strange time. I don't think I was a very happy person. I was a little depressed and I would spend a lot of time thinking and driving. It was a little exhilarating, in a combustible kind of way. Fire is lovely, but it will kill you if you're so careless.
This is a re-post but it made me laugh very out loud. Especially the Finnegan's Wake Literature for the Imminently Dead Some of us, as it so happens, have terminal illnesses. This means they will soon die, perhaps even right now. Not before now, though, because then they would no longer have terminal illnesses and would have entered the text of this [post]under false pretences. Hours are precious; minutes tolerably valuable; days of great import, excepting vomiting-days. One does not want to waste time reading a long tome when a short would suffice. No, what anyone in this position wants - and by "anyone" I mean myself, and by extension others - is some means of sampling the cream of the crop without reading, or indeed encountering at all, tedious quantities of unnecessary words. With this in mind, here are the classics in five words or fewer. PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (Jane Austen) Feisty heroine: "Won't marry!" Marries. GREAT EXPECTATIONS (Charles Dickens) Virg
Okay, I had breakfast and I feel re-energized. Back to what I was talking about last night: Thursday night, I was up for about 3 hours, trying unsucessfully to sleep. I was thinking and thinking, just like I used to. You may not know this, but I used to be terribly contemplative. My parents thought I was rather odd. I was troubled with something and eventually, I picked up my rosary and asked God to help me sort it out. I prayed the rosary and, my, it was wonderful! I felt so much better. Friday ended up being an incredible day. I'm not sure what's going to happen with the think that I'm wondering about, but God will help me figure it all out. Isn't this great? I told Ann whenever she goes to Mass before dinner to pick me up on her way. I also would like to go to Lauds sometimes. That would be mighty fine. I tried on Friday. I set my alarm for 6 am. I woke up, turn it off, and woke up again at 7:30. Ah, I tried. I told Dad and he said he'd pray for me that I'd b
Okay... I freaking love this song. Dripping with satire, no? I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame I'd even cut my hair and change my name 'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there Every Playboy bunny With her bleach blond hair And we'll hide out in the private rooms With the latest dictionary and today's who's who They'll get you anything with that evil smile Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar I'm gonna sing those songs That offend the censors Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
So, I've been trying to figure out the origin of that joke "What's yellow and dangerous?" "Shark infested custard, of course!" I mean, I knew the joke, but where did it come from. And while google-ing "what's yellow and dangerous" I kept coming upon Batmans's The Joker links... so I selected one Also, see here Lacking a real question, the mice proposed to use "How many roads must a man walk down?" (the first line of Bob Dylan 's famous civil rights song Blowin' in the Wind) as the question for talk shows, after considering and rejecting the question, "What's yellow and dangerous?"-actually a riddle whose answer, not given by Adams , is "Shark-infested custard". "I gave a speech once," [Marvin] said suddenly and apparently unconnectedly. "You may not instantly see why I bring the subject up, but that is because my mind works so phenomenally fast, and I am at a rough estimate thirty b
"The only thing we can do now," said Benji, crouching and stroking his whiskers in thought, "is to try and fake a question, invent one that will sound plausible." "Difficult," said Frankie. He thought. "How about What's yellow and dangerous?" Benji considered this for a moment. "No, no good," he said. "Doesn't fit the answer." They sank into silence for a few seconds. "Alright," said Benji. "What do you get if you multiply six by seven?" "No, no, too literal, too factual," said Frankie, "wouldn't sustain the punters' interest." Again they thought. Then Frankie said: "Here's a thought. How many roads must a man walk down?" "Ah," said Benji. "Aha, now that does sound promising!" He rolled the phrase around a little. "Yes," he said, "that's excellent! Sounds very significant without actually tyi
I love this song, but I'm reading the lyrics for the first time... Romeo, maybe, it was just a young lovers fling. You had your good times and, now, she's moved on. That's how it is. You're been creepy like a stalker but sweet in the John Cusak kinda way. And, yeah, I can't help but feel bad for Romeo. She kinda ditched him. Seems like she got her dream and started following the money around. And, oh, yeah, I used to hang out with Romeo back in the day.... Maybe the time wasn't wrong, Romeo... Maybe you guys just aren't meant to be... A lovestruck romeo sing a streetsuss serenade, laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made. Finds a convenient street light steps out of the shade, says something like -you and me babe: how about it?- Juliet says "hey, it's romeo! you nearly gimme a heart attack" He's underneath the window; she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back. "You shouldn't come around here singing up at people lik
I wrote this poem at least four years ago... I like how it sounds. The first few lines really roll nicely. I did edit a part of it... For more of my poetry see the link to the Indestructible Smart Pen Affair With An Older Man Let it flow, let it tumble. Let it ramble and rumble. See where it goes, And see if she knows How to rumble and ramble So sexy she ambles Watch the wave, watch the wick. Watch it flicker and lick. Jump in the stream Swim in the dream Where is it leading? Who is preceding? When they finally realize That it's not a disguise It's part of life To leave would cause strife Parting is sorrow So good-bye, until tomorrow
She returns to find, it's all gone. Lazying at the desk, picking at the pink polish, now just barely adorning her nails, she wishes she had never left. Trying to pick up where one left off never works quite as well as one might hope. She looks her best and does it all for him. Result: she cannot focus. She is drifting through life. Perhaps some deviant thing will snag her, pulling her down to earth, to life, to what there is left.
An Irish daughter had not been to the house for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cursed her; " Where have you been all this time, you ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how you were doing? Why didn't you call? You little tramp! Don't you know what you put your Mum through??!!" The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute..." "WHAT!!? Out of here, you shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family - I don't ever want to see you again!" "OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this luxury fur coat, title deeds to a ten bed-roomed mansion, plus a savings account certificate for 5 million. For my little brother, this gold Rolex, and for you Daddy the spanking New Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a Lifetime membership to the Country Club...(takes a breath)...an invitation for you all to spend New Years' Eve o
Went to see Scapino, as a high school production. It was pretty good. The kid playing the title role was fairly decent. Anyway, must figure out what is behind the pains. They were SUPER bad last Tuesday and I thought I was done with them. On the way home from Charlotte, however, I started to feel them again, although not as ... can I say virulent? Inasmuch as it means exceedingly harsh or strong. Regardless, it made me nervous.
*Amanda is giving up her IPod for Lent. -Well, that makes sense. It's practically and appendage. That wouldn't make any sense for me because I don't use any mp3 player. Really, I could give up any electronic for Lent, barring, say, the internet for school puposes. *Even a TV? -Do you see a TV in my room? No. I'll probably give up liquor. I don't know if i could give up wine and beer. *WINE AND BEER! La vie boheme!* >I don't know how you people know what you're doing for Lent anyway. It's JANUARY! -I could give up anything except coffee and red wine. It's kinda lame, but I really couldn't give those two up. *That's bad. -No, not really... -So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls -Ugh -It tastes the same *If you close your eyes!* -And thirteen orders of fries. Is that it here? *Wine and beer! --To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries! To yog
There is a "Biggest Loser" competition within Belmont Abbey College. You know, that reality show that you allow yourself to watch because, yes, you're rotting your brains, but no, this show is not a crime against humanity (see Real World). The winner recieves a great prize: potentially, an eliptical machine or treadmill. Wonderful! I would love an eliptical! I really would, it's my favorite among the exercise machines (excluding, say, a weight bench, which is not really a machine). Oh, but sorry, I cannot lose any weight. I could lose a 5-10 pounds, not that I need to I suppose, but after that I would surely waste away. 5-10 pounds cannot win a "Biggest Loser" competition. But wait-- who says I'm fit? Thin does not equal fit and fit does not equal thin! I could surely benefit from an eliptical, but alas, I'll need to put on about 100 pounds before I can even think of trying to win the competition...
My first essay on Gen 22... Decided it was no good for my purposes... Too cheeky. Too unfocused... Please don't steal!! Genesis 22: The Testing of Abraham "Abraham! Abraham! ... Do not lay your hand on the boy. ... Do not do the least thing to him. I know now how devoted you are to God since you did not withhold from me your own beloved son." The Lord's messenger has thus prevented, as I cannot help but feel, murder. When reading Genesis 22, despite Abraham being a peerless example of one following everything the Lord may require, all I can think is that Abraham must be following so blindly to be willing to bind and raise a knife to slaughter his only son. It might wrong to say such things, as Abraham is truly a great follower of the Lord to be willing to go to such lengths. If such a thing were ever asked of me, I would surely fail, for who can murder their child in cold blood on the word of God? (Unless, of course, the child is in the “terrible two” stag
So, we have to write a paper about how we feel about Abraham in Genesis 22. You know, "The Testing of Abraham." As in "In Which Abraham Blindly Follows The Voice Asking Him To Murder His Only Child In Cold Blood." These days, such a person would be locked up and the DSS would remove the child from the home barring future evaluation. After all, Sarah didn't stop Abraham. I understand that Abraham was following God. However, unless the child is in the throes of the Terrible Two's or experiencing the hellish stage of the human condition that we call Middle School, then how could a perfectly sane, loving, caring parent tie up their only child and raise a knife to slaughter the poor child? I submit to you that perhaps our beloved Abraham was not of sound mind.
There's something about you Tears me inside out whenever you're around There's something about you Speeding thru my veins until we hit the ground And there's something about this rush Take it away It made me feel so good I get a feeling you get a feeling we got a feeling Like we could die And guess what Mother We just can't get enough Lover We just gotta get it up We just gotta get it up There's something about you That tears me inside out whenever you're around And there's something about you That makes me fly You're a heart attack, just the kind i like Haunting and strange That makes me feel so good I get a feeling you get a feeling we got a feeling Like we're alive And Mother We just can't get enough We just can't get enough Lover We just gotta get it up We just gotta get it up This world may not have too much time But baby i'm fine because maybe you're mine We just can't get enough You better give up Come on and give up G
Why, I’m Time Magazine’s Person of the Year December 19th, 2006 by Benjamin “Do you know who I am?” I asked the waitress as she waddled past me for the seventh time. She turned and looked at me with a mixture of porridgey uncomprehension and raging incredulity. “Hon,” she said, as if her words were some kind of mucus trying to ooze its way out of the corner of her mouth, “I don’t have a clue who you are.” I smiled broadly, sat up straight, and looked her cold in the eye. “Why, I’m Time Magazine’s Person of the Year,” I said, “and I’d appreciate some service.” Her expression changed from incredulity to disgust, as if the bile of her own speech had left skidmarks in her mouth. She didn’t believe me. “Oh yeah?” she retorted. “Prove it.” I unbuckled my leather attaché case and removed one of the five pristine copies of Time Magazine I’d been keeping there since the issue had come out. “There,” I pointed at the cover, “see?” Instantly, she was wide-eyed. “But … but …” Her mouth hung open l
The Harsh Life of Bucephalus I think I almost killed my fish... The alarm on my phone went off and he did the equivalent of a person jumping three feet in the air. I thought he was dead because he just lay there... so I touched him and he freaked out again (OMG it's a corner!!)* He really hasn't moved much, and I tried to give him some extra pellets as a treat. He wouldn't take them, but I think he's okay. *Inside joke directed towards T-Rex
Bizzaro Dream There was, for some reason, a Kuk Sool Won tournament, and some profs from here and there were present. Ra was a Kyo Sa Nym, that's the only ranking I remember. I looked at the sheet he was holding and it said in big bold letters KYO SA NYM... I rememeber during sparring that ** was against Eu and ** won. I don't remember who Ra was against, but he won. ** and Ra sparred and, once again, Ra won. Cut to this point: Everyone was staying in a hotel. I'm in a bed. The room is wonderful. The bed is of the four-poster variety with velvet curtains. Lovely! Gold framed mirrors. A marble table with a pitcher and basin. Flowers. Gorgeous. The bed is lush. Cream colored egyptian cotton sheets with a velvet-y red cover. Delicously heavy. I'm half-sprawled/half-curled. Who knows how? The door is open and ** is in there. He's talking to me but I'm not sure about what. (I can't recall is all.) I remember wanting him to express his desire for me, but no such l
Don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by You never get to stop and open our eyes One minute you’re waiting for the sky to fall The next you’re dazzled by the beauty of it all Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time These fragile bodies of touch and taste This fragrant skin this hair like lace Spirits open to the thrust of grace Never a breath you can afford to waste Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time When you’re lovers in a dangerous time Sometimes you’re made to feel as if your love’s a crime Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight When you’re lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers in a dangerous time We were lovers in a dangerous time We were lovers in a dangerous time
finish the sentence... 1. I've come to realize that my last kiss.... was far too long ago. 2. I am listening to... Brian Wilson by BNL. 3. I talk... to my hott sis and to Jeff. 4. I love... my hott sis and Jeff. 5. My best friend... sent me the most freaking sweet card today. She's pretty hot... and super cool 6. My first real kiss... was a SHOCK! It was by the lockers at school and *I* thought we were just talking then all of a sudden it gets slobbery... it was not good... 8. I hate it when people ask... how old my boyfriend is, because they're always judgemental. 9. Love is... difficult but most rewarding. 10. Marriage is... hard work. And a long way off for me! 11. Somewhere, someone... is dreaming of you. 12. I'll always wonder what if... I'm doing the right thing (regarding everything I do). 14. The last time I cried was because... I was "Jeff-sick." 15. My cell phone is... most intrisic in keeping me in touch with my sis and my beau. 16. When I wake
This might be a little ironic. I was talking with Jeff last night, and he let me in on the latest family gossip (their family are gossip feinds. Not so much Jeff, but his sister would kill him if he didn't tell me!) So, cousin Amy is 18, just having graduated high school. Cousin Amy doesn't have her drivers license because she believes she's not mature enough. However, she and her boyfriend just got engaged and plan to be married in august. How she's mature enough to get married but not mature enough to drive is beyond me... And he is thinking of quitting school to become a ... wait for it... coal miner. Apparently he doesn't watch the news. Why does everyone want to get married so young? Anyway, I definately needn't say anything to Amy because 1) I don't know her so well and 2) she has the most opinionated mother in the universe. This is of less concern to me, I think, because ... well I think her whole family is up in arms about it and she doesn't need
Fluellen Fluellen , along with Jamy and MacMorris, is one of the three foreign captains in the play. These three characters broadly represent their respective nationalities—Fluellen, for instance, is a Welshman, included in part to represent Wales in the play’s exploration of the peoples of Britain. As a result, Fluellen embodies many of the comical stereotypes associated with the Welsh in Shakespeare’s day: he is wordy, overly serious, and possessed of a ludicrous pseudo-Welsh accent that principally involves replacing the letter “b” with the letter “p.” However, Shakespeare also makes Fluellen a well-defined and likable individual who tends to work against the limitations of his stereotype. Though he is clownish in his early scenes, he is also extremely well informed and appears to be quite competent, especially compared to the cowardly lot of commoners from England whom he orders into battle at Harfleur. Like Bottom in A Midsummer Night’s Dream or Falstaff in the Henry IV pl
my legs are about to kill me!! we did these lunges yesterday in class, like for example, front kick, step into a lunge, front kick with left leg, step BACKwards into the same lunge pozish, step back into Kong Kyuk Jah Seh and then do it again, several times, and then with the other leg... and then do it all again with, say, inside crescent kick... so my thighs are pretty sore, but I'm gonna go run on the eliptical anyway. I'm gonna start stretching really good so i can touch my toes . ..
I had my first KSW class today in Matthews. It was great! It's very laid back there, something I'll have to get used to, but not too used to because I don't want to have to do a million pushups for PSBN brian when i get back :-) but they're super awesome. We did these lunges where you would do a kick and then step down really far (like in a lunge kinda) and then stand and kick again with the left foot but step back really far and then stand back up. They were not easy, but it was good. I don't think I'll be telling KJN about those... not sure I wanna do those too much :-)