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Check out my rockin’ hand bruise! Yay! I did three hours of skating today: regular practice and an hour of training with one of the vets before. And after I went out to dinner and margaritas with a friend visiting for 26 hours from Seattle and his school buddy. Hi Ian! And now I kinda wanna die. Yay!
Seriously. I’m so happy to be back skating. I wish this were a better post, but look. It’s 1am. I’m mostly just babbling out of blog-guilt anyway.
And no, I still haven’t gotten a camera yet. But I just ordered some outdoor wheels! Yay!
Tags: margaritas, roller derby, sexy bruise time, tired, yay
April 30th, 2008
Well hello there!
I haven’t had much to say since the knee incident. I’m healing up, although I got a little over-excited about how mobile I’ve become at the bout on Saturday and spent most of Sunday with my leg pearched delicately on a pillow. I am not trying out tomorrow. I am, deep down, okay with this. I could use the extra practice and have talked to one of the vets about some private training once I’m back to normal. In the meantime, I’ll be chilling with the Enforcers, the LADD reffing crew, hopefully kickin’ ass and takin’ stats.
To make up for the lack of content, please enjoy a photo from October. We got up at ass-crack o’clock one morning to head out to Topenga to try and get some photos of surfers at sunrise. I did get a few, but I really loved this sign across the street from the beach. Click the pic for a link to the set.
Tags: beach, knee, photos, roller derby, sprain, topenga
April 14th, 2008
The water did in the FantasticFujiFunpix that I got for Christmas last year.
I will be accepting nominations for my new camera.
*sigh*
Tags: camera
March 14th, 2008
Dear Track,
We really have to stop meeting like this.
I appreciate the way your slopes hurtle me into the straights when I can remember to skate the track and push through the turns. I cherish your rail, which guards me from being flung out of the corners. In fact, I am even grateful for your cushy, smooshy masonite, without which I would be left to fling my ample ass onto less forgiving surfaces such as concrete or hardwood.
But seriously, Track…
It’s not you. It’s me. My left thigh has been drawn to you like cats to a laser pointer for the last two weeks. I can’t take it anymore. I’m losing sleep, literally. Like, I can’t sleep on my left side and I’m a toss-turn sleeper. I’m putting my skate down, Track (and then picking it up again… over and over… ’cause that’s how derby works) and vowing to end this torrid affair you’re having with my thigh. It will be hard, I know. It is so meaty and luscious, what track wouldn’t want to gobble that thigh up? But I know if I bend my knees and stay low and stick my ass out like I’m pooping on the track, I can put an end to my thigh’s fascination with your lovely gray surface. Also, I’m calling in reinforcements.
<3 <3
me
Tags: bruises, roller derby
March 12th, 2008
It’s in “Downtown” or “East” LA depending on who you ask. It was very industrial.
July 20th, 2006
July 20th, 2006
