Me and The Lord

Since the heat in tremblay is apparently broken (once again, i pay 38,000 dollars a year why???) and the temp. outside is a very chilled 10 below, I have decided not to go outside today. My body aches from my 15 bouts at the "River Rat Rumble"..the fencing meet that I went to at Bard's favorite school, Vassar. There I fenced an assortment of people, from jerks (I kicked the jerk's ass) to a girl who looked like she was seven (the little girl kicked my ass). But one sticks out most of all, he was...The Lord. The reason I call him the Lord is that his last name is Lord, and by the way he acts, you would think he was the Lord. He's a cocky fencer (most guy fencers are anyway)...who believes himself to be the God of foil. He's a good fencer, probably the best one they have...but his motions, his flicking technique (i have marks from where he whipped me with his blade)...is just so obnoxious. I got one touch off the Lord...and when I poked him, he raised his other hand in the air to symbolize "one." 5-1...that asshole kicked my ass...but I got a touch off the Lord! That alone made me feel good about myself...stabbing the Lord. I hope he bruises the jerkass.
My valentines' day was good...Trefor and I watched "Road to Bali" starrin Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. Nothing beats early 1950's jokes I don't get. But alas, the movie was good.
A hot or not update: My score has gone down...ehh I'm not depressed. The only girls who get 9.9s are made up sluts. And I am glad to not be a not made up slut. I've met a lot of nice people though...
who knew happiness could come out of a pathetic website...
What an age we live in!