Your Bruise.

I bouted for real real for the first time today. I was against this nice bigger girl, but god she was pissing me off while we were fencing. She had awful form, and kept swinging her foil back and forth, and not keeping it linear, but was really fast, which I liked, so I felt challenged. Afterwards she kept bragging about how fast she was, and though I was as equally fast, I wasn't bragging about it. It was so annoying afterwards. She's like "Good job at keeping up with me," and shit like that. I wanted to punch her in her fat face. Bitch. And I won anyway. Ha! She wacked me a couple good times, and now I have a line of bruise on each leg and will most likely have some bruises on my shoulder area too.

But really, I'm proud of my battle scars. It's kindof badass. Lol.

I'm pretty sure I'll be doing Intermediate Fencing this summer with Maestro Bruschard, but it'll be at the Petaluma campus, which is kindof lame. But I think it'll be four days a week, which will be awesome; and Andre may be taking the class with me.