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my weekend
Sunday, 16 March 2008 13:11whilst not quite made of win, has been pretty decent.
yesterday, as at least a few of you knew, was drill team practise. we started working on our innovative drill.
for those of you not in the know, innovative drill is a drill routine made up by the team (supposedly. it is typically the adult coach who makes it up) that incorporates standard drill procedures in a creative and visually appealing fashion. think about the marine corps silent drill team or the air force honour guard, only with less rifles and bayonets.
out of what so far spans five pages, we got to the end of page three, which accounts for a little over a minute of drill. i have no doubt that, as we need to have a performance three to five minutes long, there will be closer to nine or ten pages when the whole thing is completed. it might not get much longer, though, if it's mostly marching commands. the first minute is more stationary drill than anything.
my run time has dropped two minutes... which is decent, except i need to drop two more to get it below nine minutes. i am not happy. not at all. it's taken two weeks of running just to get back to my old "not at all in shape" time.
also, i am a genius at aerospace. perfect scores on all the practise tests. this week shall be devoted to studying leadership.
dinner last night was chinese. pork egg foo young... mmm... also, fried wontons. those are currently in the fridge. i may heat them up for a late lunch. also... i have a cherry coke. this makes me happy. now, to convince mum that my kidneys don't care if i go through 24 cans of soda (of the cherry coke varietal) in two weeks.
i ended up just collapsing into bed at around 2030 last night. woke up once around 0130, debated getting on the computer to say hi to people. i then promptly rolled over and fell back asleep.
to-day, of course, is palm sunday. so, we ended up bringing home quite a few palms. i've got three roses weaved so far, and i'm not too sure what i'll do with the rest. perhaps more roses, or maybe a few crosses. i'm still trying to work out the secrets of this lovely layered palm cross a lady at the church gave to me a few years back. i think i've figured it out, but i don't want to ruin the palms, seeing as they've been blessed.
wednesday we go shopping for easter outfits. what larks. i hate shopping for clothes. nothing that really fits in the waist will fit across my chest or hips. *flips off modern clothing manufacturers*
so, i've had a good weekend. hope everyone else is at least having a passable one.
you may have noticed a lack of capital letters in this post. well, see, people online keep over-using capital letters, so there's a bit of a shortage around these parts. please, people, don't mindlessly abuse your resources. other people need them too. if we keep using capitals at the rate we are now, by the time our grandchildren are born we will have run out of capitals. i know there are currently programmes to help more lowercase letters grow to be capitals, but as soon as the letters mature, it appears that poachers kill them and give them over to people willing to pay to just capitalise wantonly.
yesterday, as at least a few of you knew, was drill team practise. we started working on our innovative drill.
for those of you not in the know, innovative drill is a drill routine made up by the team (supposedly. it is typically the adult coach who makes it up) that incorporates standard drill procedures in a creative and visually appealing fashion. think about the marine corps silent drill team or the air force honour guard, only with less rifles and bayonets.
out of what so far spans five pages, we got to the end of page three, which accounts for a little over a minute of drill. i have no doubt that, as we need to have a performance three to five minutes long, there will be closer to nine or ten pages when the whole thing is completed. it might not get much longer, though, if it's mostly marching commands. the first minute is more stationary drill than anything.
my run time has dropped two minutes... which is decent, except i need to drop two more to get it below nine minutes. i am not happy. not at all. it's taken two weeks of running just to get back to my old "not at all in shape" time.
also, i am a genius at aerospace. perfect scores on all the practise tests. this week shall be devoted to studying leadership.
dinner last night was chinese. pork egg foo young... mmm... also, fried wontons. those are currently in the fridge. i may heat them up for a late lunch. also... i have a cherry coke. this makes me happy. now, to convince mum that my kidneys don't care if i go through 24 cans of soda (of the cherry coke varietal) in two weeks.
i ended up just collapsing into bed at around 2030 last night. woke up once around 0130, debated getting on the computer to say hi to people. i then promptly rolled over and fell back asleep.
to-day, of course, is palm sunday. so, we ended up bringing home quite a few palms. i've got three roses weaved so far, and i'm not too sure what i'll do with the rest. perhaps more roses, or maybe a few crosses. i'm still trying to work out the secrets of this lovely layered palm cross a lady at the church gave to me a few years back. i think i've figured it out, but i don't want to ruin the palms, seeing as they've been blessed.
wednesday we go shopping for easter outfits. what larks. i hate shopping for clothes. nothing that really fits in the waist will fit across my chest or hips. *flips off modern clothing manufacturers*
so, i've had a good weekend. hope everyone else is at least having a passable one.
you may have noticed a lack of capital letters in this post. well, see, people online keep over-using capital letters, so there's a bit of a shortage around these parts. please, people, don't mindlessly abuse your resources. other people need them too. if we keep using capitals at the rate we are now, by the time our grandchildren are born we will have run out of capitals. i know there are currently programmes to help more lowercase letters grow to be capitals, but as soon as the letters mature, it appears that poachers kill them and give them over to people willing to pay to just capitalise wantonly.
