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Fight Club 2.

So, yeah - I got voted scariest psycho in SJA at work, this afternoon.

Second was Stu, who is a sweet, baby-faced guy from Operations.

Third was Gary From Youth who was shockingly fierce in action. He's not much taller than me and pretty slight, at first glance - and always really friendly and quite sweet - but I saw I the guy's arms and shoulders in action and he is one crzybtch. It's funny to watch him do the role-plays to diffuse the situation, because you can see him get all tense and that he clearly just wants to beat the fuck out of the actor/teacher.

I actually felt like I was in a competition with him to see who could be the (unexpected) scariest mofo in SJA. Which was amusing, because he's the guy I had a crush on in the past.

There was a moment at first when they had us starting to lash out pre-emptively and instead of diffusing the situation I fronted George up; next thing was an attack where we had to repeatedly hit them in the face and drive them back, using pads at face level, while yelling. When I'd finished George said, "Blimey - you like that bit more than talking, then?!"

We had to do full-on fighting off an attack as the last part, today, and both of the guys - Mark the little Asian guy and George the huge white guy - received a serious fucking beating. They both said that I was really fierce and Mark in particular was impressed by the kicking - and he's a martial arts expert.

My main downfall was that once I'd got them on the floor I kept kicking the fuck out of them, instead of running away (which meant they could grab my leg and I could drop onto their chests with fourteen stone of hotmomma, on my knees - mehehehehehe). But it did the job... even if I did dislocate part of my hand, briefly (wonky joints - I do it all the time).

Ancestral Warrior Heritage For Teh Win.

On a less aggressive note, I so want to go Sea Fishing In Norfolk OMG. Food! Sea! Fish!

Also, I found a place that delivers fresh oysters.

*dead*

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Fight Club.

We had our first self-defence class today.

It was so funny. The main person is a South African woman, who spends her time beating the crap out of a Tiny Asian Guy and a Big White Bloke for the benefit of illustration.

Irish Matt, Gary From Youth, Hansa Who's Marrying Bob and I were all sitting together making smart-arsed comments and kidding around and stuff. It's events like this which bring the departments together! Pub quizzes? Pshaw! Except, actually, at the pub quiz we sat talking to Gary From Youth and Lisa Also From Youth, if I remember correctly. Hm.

Still, it was great fun - and that was only the theory part. Next week we get to beat each other up. I'm gonna snap those boys like twigs. Hehe. I was actually amazed at how many blokes showed up for the class. All the youngish ones. Alas, the Pretteh is off sick, else I think he would have come along, too...

Also fun, was seeing Joe in The Dead Zone doing the Crazee Eyes Expression, as tip-officated by

elven_wolf. Screencaps of this up on TCO ~~as soon as I can be arsed~~.

Aside from feeling crap, not a bad day today.

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Holiday.

In October,

gaelic_angel and I are going to Vancouver for a couple of weeks on holiday. In the past week or so, the cost of flights and hotel has dropped by £20 (about $40CAD). For every couple of weeks we hold off, we could buy an extra night in Canada.

We weren't even planning on buying until the end of April!

I really can't wait. I filled out my passport application, yesterday, while spring cleaning my bedroom. It'll be my first one in... well. Ever. I was always on my mother's passport or a temporary one before (you used to be able to get annual travel pass things for Europe).

I was disappointed that He Who I'm Not Planning on Naming wasn't in, today. I had a hospital appointment in the morning - only for the consultant to tell me that I have probably been right all along and that it's unlikely I have asthma after all (eee! Maybe I can join the military after all!) - and I got into work looking, by my standards, pretty cute. My skin looked all pale (it's olive) and my cheeks all rosy, my eyes shiny, lips glossy and full and my hair perfectly tidy-messy. Hot. For a change, I actually looked hot, and the git didn't even have the decency to be in.

I didn't sulk, but I wanted to. Tomorrow, I'm bound to look ridiculous. Meh.

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The Feeling.

I really should update this journal more regularly. At present, I only seem to when I feel vaguely miserable. Which, of course, is my purpose for updating now.

I'm not sure why, entirely. I spent the day at coffee with the usual suspects and was all set to go to Elise's stand up gig, but as we were sitting in Cafe Nero (which I always loathe) I was just overcome with a resounding sense of meh. I decided to come home, instead.

At work, there is a new guy in the YD. He sits near the fax and photocopier, and he reminds me of a certain actor I am very fond of and who shall remain nameless for the time being. I was struck by this, and it was the reason I initially noticed him. Then, when spending several minutes sending through course information to my customers (something like thirty or forty numbers, so I was there a while) he came over to do some photocopying and started talking to me. I managed to hold my own through my terror, although I think I may have told him a little bit more about why I was faxing things than was strictly necessary.

He's rather cute. The actor I am referring to is not one of your Brad Pitts or Johnny Depps, he is a relatively average, but none the less attractive young man - not someone you would be intimidated by. I want to like the guy in YD, who does have a name, and I would like him to like me but I am terrified after Nathaniel. Nathaniel could have been wearing an 'I WANT TO MARRY YOU AND HAVE YOUR BABIES' t-shirt for all the signals everyone read into his reactions toward me, and it turned out he wasn't interested at all.

I'm a little ashamed that his rejection was in part what made me decide to grow my hair. I felt that I was too boyish when it was short, and now that it is longer and I look unquestionably more feminine, I still lack the confidence to believe that I might be attractive to someone. It's a pity. I'm not insecure in the sense that I feel I can never do anything right and no one likes me, but I'm insecure in the respect that the concept of someone ever been attracted to me, now, feels beyond comprehension. And yet, at the same time, I can acknowledge that I should, in theory, be a fantastic 'catch'. I'm generous, affectionate, laid back, independent, interested in 'boy things' like guns and planes and I have enormous breasts. What's not to like?

Why am I watching VH1 Classic's 'Every Number One of the 80s' on a Saturday night (on my own)? It really is pathetic.

I'm not even sure the guy in YD is straight. Yes, I've caught him looking at me a few times, and no, I don't think he's going to stand there and chat me up in front of the rest of his department, but he wore what we'll call a rather slim-fit baby-blue t-shirt on Friday and that made me wonder. He has quite a fashionable haircut as well, which means he has to be at least a bit metrosexual and I'm not sure I want a guy like that. No man who spends more money on their hair than I do is someone I can invision myself even liking, let alone having any actual affection for.

But he wears little spectacles when he's using the computer and that is just adorable, in my book.

It's actually ridiculous that this bothers me at all, as I know so little about him. It's just the prospect of finding myself in the sort of crush situation I had with Nathaniel, but at work. I'll have to see him every day...

And yet, at the same times there's a little bit of hope that that would make it easier. But I'm still so scared.