Ninja... again

Well; I've been going to ninjutsu again.

Afterall, I'm in town. Looks like the class is going to dissapear shortly (as the instructor got hired on into the same job as I'm now doing in the oil field) so I might as well take all he has to offer while I can.

An advanced student seminar this weekend from our instructor's sponser. Its pretty good. All the crash and bash hour after hour really puts a guy into that animalistic mindset.

Gotta tell you. (day 1 was today, 5 hours - 5 minute break...) If I was put into one more joint lock, had my knee or elbow smashed by another staff, felt like I was going to black out from a choke or was in the position that something was just about to break ONE MORE TIME; I think I would have gone nuts.

But whatever eh? I pay good money to be subjugated to this type of trama and stress.

And this instructor definately does not pull his punches much. We had some people watching from the door for a while; what they were seeing was really brutal stuff.

None of this "punch him in the stomache" wear your opponent out type of crap. Every technique today (and there were at least 28 of them by our best count) revolved around breaking at least 3 MAJOR bones in your opponents body; if not outright killing him.

*smile* The best was watching the girls (there were 3 of them there) get right into it. This is knowledge that is rarely passed on in this type of timeframe... Hell; just training (and being ultra meticulous, slow and carefull) I managed to minorly injure my partner in several different places. He was having a problem bending his back, limping with both legs, bruised biceps (triceps, calves, forearms.... and I know I bruised his armpit really good too).... etc.

Tomorrow is supposed to be about "sensitivity" with some techniques that are restricted enough that all photograpy and film equipment have to be turned off; otherwise your kicked out.

No wonder people migrate to other arts. I'm a pretty brutal person; some of this stuff today really fought my sence of reality.

We'll see about tomorrow and what happens. I'm really looking forward to it.

The fact that I almost got freaked out putting a move on a guy (well, you have to be ultra carefull so you don't break your partners elbow, shoulder and collarbone before he hits the ground with your knee in his ribs) actually proves that I have not only a concience but a sence of morbidity that has limits.

Very pleasing to say the least. There may be hope for me yet.

All i have to say; is that if your in a fight... not some "ego based conflict" but a real fight... get out; get out alive and your really doing well.

Anything you can do to achieve that is all good. There is no "fair" there is no "right" or "wrong". There is surviving or there is not surviving.

Have a good night!

Update

So class is going well.

Tomorrow is the final exam; then out to the field (presumably as fast as they can send me... which suits me just fine.)

Tired today; feeling sorta down, sorta sick. Don't like the feeling but all I can do is my best and chill for tomorrow.

Was asking a question I needed to ask of a very senior hand. Apperently the guy that drove me out to my first job. Supposidly his 'outlandish tactics' get him made fun of quite severely behind his back.

Which I was expecting, just ignoring. The trainer more or less said "get a feeling for the land. When at a hotdog vendor, get a hotdog so people can assume your normal."

I was like... yeah. I understand.

Which is just fine. I don't really need to practice my sword forms in the middle of the lease; or work my breakdancing with music so everyone can see me.

*smile* being me, inside me is what I do best.

But it was a very good random conversation we had. This way I didn't mess something up unintentionally and accidently find myself without a job.

So all is well.

Backwards or forwards?

I've come to realize that I'v been given a wonderfull oppourtunity.

Was sitting at lunch, with all the guys taking the course with me (wow; do i have studying to do before monday's test!) as they're getting up to leave, I feel a part of me leave with them.

I reflected on this and understood that in this moment; I can decide to become part of the masses. That I can stop being my "I'm better than you because I know how to kill you in any given moment" mentality; I can really choose to be whomever I want to. No one knows who I am; I have that freedom.

True, some moments are easier to do this than others. A group of existing friends; family that you see every day and a girlfriend would make a changing process like this difficult.

Having no one really close; only a group of people pushed to the edges of tolerance by an isolationist; well... that makes this easy.

As I sat there; in the few secconds it takes to have a thousand thoughts; I like who I am, but am going to make modifications about it.

*smile* more to come.

Beefer said...

beefdrop said...
Hey, you're smart, so answer this:Is there a way to recieve notification in here that people have written new comments to my blogs, without having to go to each blog to check the amount of comments? Obi-wan, you're my only hope...

I don't know where it is exactly, but I have blogger set to email comments to me. So that when someone posts a comment, a copy is auto-emailed to my box... i don't have to monkey around for nothing with that.

Good luck!

sleep

Funny enough side note.

When you drink 3 red bulls... even if your tired at the time and don't feel any effects, don't expect to sleep that night.

Thats right... its 8am; I've been lying in bed for at least 4 hours now and no, I havn't sleept at all; I don't even think I blinked twice in 10 secconds.

Isn't that just wonderfull eh?

Guess what tomorrow evening will be? sleepy time. Funny enough would be if they called me into work tomorrow around 9pm.

not really funny "ha ha"; bur funny "oh".

Oh yeah;

So I was at the bar; after something happened with the girl I was dancing with; I wanted to slink off. Started gathering energy into me and made a push to expel it into that invisibility that I use so very often; All I felt was *fizzle*.

Oh dear.

But I think i was dancing well. Ran into a girl I used to breakdance with. Gave her a big pick-me-up hug.

Her friend had her back pierced in 6 places. Had a ribbon running through it like the backing of an expensive dress.

It looked cool, but I just don't know about some things.

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We ended up at humpty's (which is the best because of its rare sit down 24 hour-ed-ness.)

there was this particularely hot girl sitting with a fat ugly (but jolly) guy. We get up to leave when she starts talking with us. And she wouldn't shut up. Claimed that she wanted to talk about the X-Men. Because she loves comics.

We were like... uh? Stood there for almost 10 minutes while she wouldn't stop talking.

Came to the understanding that when she sat down, she had completely hiked her skirt up around her waist. for some reason. I made some "your drunk and an idiot" comment (that I do so well) when she turned all hostile. Wanted to start talking about bio-chemistry. Of course I had already used my "the female body only absorbs 40% of the birth control pills, dumping the rest into our water supply; which doesn't filter out" pickup line; so I had really nothing to say.

Apperently she claims to be quite the smart person.

Too bad I guess; she was very attractive.

Funny that; those first impressions are a bitch.

The room, the bar, the trainer

Lets see... So I spent just under 30 hours working with my trainer. First in this little shack, then driving (for more than 7 hours) in this little truck (well... big truck... but does that really matter?)

Get home, sleep some. Show up at the shop to setup the kit we're gonna take when we have to leave for the patch again.

I was like "you wanna grab a bite?" hoping to spend a few - non office hours- getting to know him.

So we go out to eat and play some pool (very good food at the billiard room by the way). Which turned into getting kicked out of a casino because he somehow cut a little asian dealer with a pair of dice.(craps is crazy fun) Which turns into going down to Studio 69 off whyte.

I'm dancing. I'm like crazy tired... (the whole "no sleep" thing for the last 3 weeks apperently has a toll) I ended up dancing with like everyone. (thats what 3 red-bulls and a shit load of coke does to a person) The dance floor completely thinned out around 2:15; there's this girl dancing by herself. As a man, its my job to take advantage of situations like this. So I approach, ask what she's doing alone. If she would mind some dancing company. "actually, I'm not alone" and dances off. So I just chill out and dance by myself. (people do that and aren't considered loners; I looked it up). Look over and pretty girl was chattin with boyish girl. She smiles and points at me. Boyish makes eye contact, starts walking over. She walks up to me, starts tickling my tummy with her other arm over my shoulder; around my neck. Says "whens the last time those lips have kissed a girl?" making eye contact, from almost a half inch from my face.

What should a man do in that circumstance? I didn't know if this was a joke, if this was a contest or what. not only that, but there was this group of very nice girls I was "in" with (and my trainer was attempting to pick up one of them;) which I can't fuck up for obvious reasons.

so I feel witty and cute... and was like "other than my mom?"

She clearly didn't get it. Looks up into the stupidest grin imaginable... dances away again. Comes back, dances closely presses into me and says "well...other than your mom; whens the last girl you've kissed?"

I was like "duh..." Didn't want to get the short end of the stick, so asked her if this was some sort of game she was playing with her friend? She looked over her shoulder said "my girlfriend actually" and left.

Now I've replayed this over in my head several times. The only possible conclusion I can come up with, is somehow I've managed to fuck up at threesome oppourtunity.

Now I've heard it said that for a sorceror, magic only visits your life once, that you either take it or leave it; but you only have that instant to decide.

But I understand this more importantly to mean "for a guy, a threesome oppourtunity comes only once. you either take it or it leaves you and never returns."

Fuck!

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My room is a mess. I walked in it yesterday night ( as I came home) and had enough energy to push the shit off my bed before laying down.

But seriously. When someone says "we need you at the shop in 3 hours" set asside an hour to clean your room properly. Because when you get home after making some serious cash; there is no caring if somethings in the way of opening your door.

You open the door. If something breaks; tough shit.

Never mind the "I can't sleep until i do something" that just doesn't work out.

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So my trainer got really pissed off tonight at the casino. He'd been ordering double 'rusty nails' all night. Which as far as I can tell is scotch dulled down with rye. At the bar, his drinks cost $16. So needless to say, he was minorly intoxicated. As the asian guy bring up the fact that he got cut; he gets... minorly upset.

So he starts lipping off. Said that "where I work, if someone said they got cut by a pair of dice, a chick would kick the shit out of him for being a pussy."

So what should I do at this point? I was a casino guy. I used to have to deal to drunk fucks like this and hated every minute of it.

I tried to quiet him down. We ended up leaving very shortly. After some... encouragement.

Apperently he used to be a bouncer and trained martial arts quite regularely. I don't know what I believe. With my critical eye; it looks like he couldn't move worth shit and would fall down easily. But whatever.

Two things. If bouncers actually made a move against him; touching him in any way; I would have fucked them all over. But up until that point, he was disturbing their world with his idiocy; and by backing them; I think I got a little unhappyness coming my way.

Whatever; I guess.

On the other hand, not only did a very nice looking chick pick him up; but it looks like he might be too drunk to remember his name.

We'll see tomorrow.