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Name: Sarah
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Interests: Spying, Libya, Intrigue, Russians, Intelligence, Kazakhstan, Manipulation
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Member Since:
3/22/2006
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Each time I see Emma or talk to Bri I tell them they need to re-establish their blogs. I always loved reading about their lives, but no longer. *pout* Not that there are many who love to read about my life, but here it stands rather neglected. I have become exactly the person I have chided. For shame.
What has kept me from sitting down at my computer? Well quite frankly I have been fighting. No not in the hypothetic sense of fighting a cold, or fighting to make it through another day. No actually getting bruises, burns, sore muscles, and generally very sweaty. I know – fun times in Sarah land!! But it is true. I have started taking the fun “arts” called Krav Maga and Brazilian Ju-Jitsu (BJJ). Every Tuesday and Thursday for two hours I am learning how to kick, punch, knee, and generally beat up another individual. For four hours each week my mind is occupied with trying to remember to breath, kick, position, swing, keep the fighting stance. Not all those things come real naturally – well the breathing does, but doing them all together is rather difficult!
By the time I come home I have been beat up several times over and am generally sore. My Mother would say “How unlady like!” It is true, it isn’t. But beyond the unladylikeness of it all I have been learning. Not just how to swing my leg to the right, pulling my right hand down, keeping my left hand poised in front of my face, and pivoting my left foot to bring a painful side kick to the thigh of my opponent, but how to put myself into places where I need to be told how to do each next move.
Generally I am not a person who likes to ask for advice. I like to be given a task; then accomplish that task without the assistance of others. In most instances I feel a measure of needing to prove I can do something. But in Krav or BJJ I cannot do that – or else I will be put into submission in 2 seconds flat or complexly thrown to the floor. Each step I take I need to ask the teacher, is this how I am to do this? Am I suppose to be in this position or that? This is not something I can just research online and pull a report together. Nope. I need someone to remind me – breath when you kick. I feel like a little child who is being taught how to walk.
I knew I needed to learn Krav and BJJ, but I thought it was to get in shape and learn some good self-defense – I didn’t realize it was to test my pride. | | |
| Random Factoid #1 – When I was little I loved to take a little chunk of my hair and stick it in the corner of my eye – the odd pain felt good.
Random Factoid #2 – I have spread my arms out like I am flying and twirled on the city sidewalk. It is a freeing feeling to not care what anyone else thinks of you as you do something random.
Random Factoid #3 – My first kiss was when I was two. Yes, I was the one giving the kiss. Shocking I know. But we have pictures to prove it. And yes, Peter knows. *smirk*
Random Factoid #4 – A car pursuit sounds fun. Though I don’t want to be the pursuer – I want to be pursued.
Random Factoid #5 – My favorite paperclip lays decoratively on my desk. It is three inches long and very sturdy. No matter what I use it for it holds the paper together perfectly.
Random Factoid #6 – I have been told by a very reliable source that there are mornings when I dazedly stare at the mirror for several minutes. Not real sure what I am doing because I don’t really remember doing this by the time I walk out the door for work.
Random Factoid #7 – One of my favorite pastimes is to sit in a room listening to all the conversations around me. Each person is then evaluated as to their character and personality. I also have no qualms about sharing these evaluations when queried by random people sitting next to me. | | |
| Yesterday I sat at my desk contemplating how I wanted to compose a paper. This paper hasn’t been coming easily for me, so my mind was rather consumed with what I was to propose. When I am thinking my hands have to be doing something, so since they weren’t typing I was playing with my pen. Next thing I knew I had an itch right under my neck, which I of course started to scratch with my pen. Then I looked down. My pen wasn’t closed. The whole area of skin between my neck and the top of my shirt was now blue. And not just a tiny area – no, it was a rather large area of skin that was now blue. I started to laugh – ran to the bathroom and tried to wash myself off. There was still a hint of blue, but it wouldn’t draw attention to myself. Lesson learned? Never scratch yourself with your pen – especially if it is right under your neck. | | |
| My roommates have become obsessed - with music videos. I can handle most obsessions - like obsessions with health care or John Adams - but music videos, well they just don't do anything for me. Not sure what it is. Maybe it is because the music videos are never what I have imagined the song to be about or they are some weird perversion of life. It comes down to me wanting to keep my "picture" of what the song is about untainted. When I hear a song I don't want to see a picture of what seems to be a vision one has when high. The fact of the matter is I am a person who doesn't like to be told what to think about something like what I should imagine when listening to a song. Why do I want to have someone elses imagination in my head with something I can think of just as well, if not better, with my own? | | |
| شهيق [ستروك] - قرّر أنا أن يعلم العربية. Translation: Title - It has started. Post - Inspriation struck - I decided to learn Arabic. Or more correctly: detrats sah tI - eltiT cibarA nrael ot dediced I - kcurts noitaripsnI - tsoP | | |
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