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Day 588: Back to the cold
Mar. 9th, 2008 04:05 pmFriday was all kinds of fun. Mom made crepes for breakfast, which I always love. The three of us ate together, and then Justin and I decided to hang out in the garden, because it was warm and sunny, and spend some quality time with his knife-throwing target. As a general rule, I don't have a strong throwing arm. I don't have much power behind my throws - the knife-throwing book recommended being able to fast-pitch a baseball - but I could always throw a ball far (they made us do it in PE for some reason). I did get my rotations down pretty quickly though and managed to sink a knife pretty much every time. Justin had much more power behind his throws, but his rotation was off and so more likely than not his knives either buried themselves hilt-first or bounced off. Each of us had five knives and did our best to sink as many as possible. (I wouldn't have sunk a thing on a wooden target, but a soft target is okay to learn). Neither of us had done better than 2 out of 5. I think I got 3 out of 5 first. He got 5 out of 5 first, which was pretty awesome. It was weird, being the more consistent thrower. Of course, he totally whaled on me when he dragged out the shinai to spar. Of course, the hits I landed on him left much more obvious marks, because I don't bruise easily. I nailed in him the face, and he nailed me in the arm a few times. He's become a much better swordsman since the last time we fought. The fencing and ninjitsu and whatnot have totally given him an edge. Figures.
We took ourselves off to the cinema to see Jumper. Hayden Christiansen still isn't much of an actor, and it wasn't nearly as good as I thought it would be (as opposed to Fool's Gold, which looked lame and ended up being pretty cool), but we had fun all the same. We mostly hung around and talked back at the house. Mom and I had to do things like pack my suitcase and poke through an assortment of socks my sister donated to me - although many of the socks I claimed had originally been mine anyway.
On Saturday we packed the car and then all three of us drove down to Vegas. We had lunch at the In-N-Out Burger on Tropicana like we always do in Vegas, and then we went to the airport to drop me off. I said goodbye and headed through airport security, which always sucks, because I hate taking off my shoes. Also, the people in airport security laugh at my teeny tiny cellphone. Without fail. Every time. I thought was going to have a horrendous three-hour layover in Denver, so I slept on the flight from Vegas so I'd be awake and alert to work on my paper during my layover. When I landed I checked the departure boards, but my late flight wasn't listed, just an earlier flight to Omaha. I checked my tickets just to make sure, and sure enough, I was on that earlier flight. I ran into Lindsey, who I hadn't been expecting to see on the way back in, and we sat together and watched each other's gear during food excursions and whatnot. I listened to music and played my DS on the flight back, and then Jason picked me up, which was nice of him.
I hacked at my paper till an ungodly hour (I couldn't tell what time it really was because I'd changed my clocks as soon as I made it home) and then hauled myself out of bed for stake conference.
Go me.
And I still have more work to do on my paper.
Ericka called me last night, and I was glad to hear her voice, although I think I was a bit grouchy and tired.
I miss the Pack already.
And I miss my mom.
We took ourselves off to the cinema to see Jumper. Hayden Christiansen still isn't much of an actor, and it wasn't nearly as good as I thought it would be (as opposed to Fool's Gold, which looked lame and ended up being pretty cool), but we had fun all the same. We mostly hung around and talked back at the house. Mom and I had to do things like pack my suitcase and poke through an assortment of socks my sister donated to me - although many of the socks I claimed had originally been mine anyway.
On Saturday we packed the car and then all three of us drove down to Vegas. We had lunch at the In-N-Out Burger on Tropicana like we always do in Vegas, and then we went to the airport to drop me off. I said goodbye and headed through airport security, which always sucks, because I hate taking off my shoes. Also, the people in airport security laugh at my teeny tiny cellphone. Without fail. Every time. I thought was going to have a horrendous three-hour layover in Denver, so I slept on the flight from Vegas so I'd be awake and alert to work on my paper during my layover. When I landed I checked the departure boards, but my late flight wasn't listed, just an earlier flight to Omaha. I checked my tickets just to make sure, and sure enough, I was on that earlier flight. I ran into Lindsey, who I hadn't been expecting to see on the way back in, and we sat together and watched each other's gear during food excursions and whatnot. I listened to music and played my DS on the flight back, and then Jason picked me up, which was nice of him.
I hacked at my paper till an ungodly hour (I couldn't tell what time it really was because I'd changed my clocks as soon as I made it home) and then hauled myself out of bed for stake conference.
Go me.
And I still have more work to do on my paper.
Ericka called me last night, and I was glad to hear her voice, although I think I was a bit grouchy and tired.
I miss the Pack already.
And I miss my mom.
