Belle Blog

I’m coming home for christmas for over a week, but still trying to get down to Baton Rouge.
If you need my christmas list ask my mom. Amanda can give you her number.

I’m moving on up, my friends.
My Master took me aside and promoted me three belts. Because I am the shit.
obviously.
But you know what was great about being a white belt again, no one expects you to know jack.
turns out I do know Jack, but Daniels only.
also, orange is not really my color…
Boo responsibility. I am the shit though.

other news, I’m dumping the fireman. Don’t let the stalker know I’m single again.

other news, Free Beer Bingo begins in two weeks and next week David Hogarty is going to be shit faced at my bar.

I had the most vivid dream of being shot in the back last night.
I was in a car with a lot of packages. I think it was christmas shopping. I was sitting in the backseat waiting for the driver (not sure who) to come back to the car. And these two suspicious guys were checking out the car. so I locked all the doors but the back left one I didn’t get to in time. The guido tryed to open the door and we both struggled over it until he pulled out a gun. I turned to the right to jump out the other side, looked down at the door handle trying to grab it, and got shot in the middle of the back right below the curve. and it felt so real. It was the strangest sensation. I mean, it was painful obviously. But there wasn’t as much blood as I thoguht there would be and I could feel the bullet, not the hole….
Then I ended up being okay after a brief stay in the hospital, but I was let down by the fact that my sister and mom didn’t come see me in the hospital. None of you came either. Although I think Laura called me or something and, yeah, Cynthia stopped by and made fun of me. That was nice.
Just talking about it, the spot on my back is buggin out.
send me some friggin’ flowers or something assholes!

“Your sister’s cute, but your mom does that thing I like.”

I taught your boyfriend that thing you like….

Thank you soldiers. You’re always fun in bed.

I’m being stalked by a stupid little ex-boyfriend. why does this shit always happen to me?
If I were to tell you “never ever text me again. never ever. don’t ever do it!” what would you think I meant by that? is the message unclear?
and If you then proceeded to text me and I obviously didn’t respond, would you take that as suggestion to come to my workplace?
Or maybe tracking down my roommate and asking her where I am is an easier approach.
all of this after meeting my new boyfriend.

I think most people would be embarrassed by this behavior, right? right?
little pathetic? no? maybe?
why can’t I be stalked by someone I actually miss going out with?

In case anyone needs to know for crazy purposes, I will NOT be at BlackBear tonight.

Had a day off!!!
WOO HOO!!!

I had a private Tae Kwon lesson today and then was ready to go to the group class to meet Master Suh.
He is way cool. Young, speaks great english (this is a plus in new york), and teaches a good class. The class is structured totally different from what I am used to. High Cardio. I don’t think this is best for technique, which is my main challenge right now because I am used to a different technique, but I do love getting the workout.

Hardest thing to get used to: kicking with top of foot, not a flex. its going to make them ugly…

I’m off to do nothing now.

PS. new york politics are boring.

So sorry…. no actual new photos today, BUT today I weent and had new headshots done by Julie Brimberg. One pf the top photograghers in the nation. I am so excited. It was super fun. Four full changes, including hair, makeup, and age/style. It was very cool. My CD’s, my opinions, her expertise. I should get the proofs in a week and it will probably take me two years to choose which ones I want because I had so many rolls done.
btu might I add, I really hate doing any sort of photo shoots. I get so nervous and my face muscles twitch. she did a great job of relaxing me, so I hope it worked.
or else I’m going to look all squinchy eyed with a wavering icky fake smile…. like i do when I think of Saul in his Tupac nightgown party shirt…
or Amanda’s lesbian roommate dogs…
Or richard simmons…

yes,
it is true. and might I add that I looked damn fine doing it! always do tho…

I succumbed to joining a Tae Kwon Do school since the only two Tang Soo Do schools in the city are miserably pathetic. so here goes… at least its Korean.
When Dojongs cost $150 a month with year to three year contracts it is very important to choose one you like. and some of them actually let you take a class before you sign but you have to pay for the trial class too. So I finally found one I like and the coolest thing I have to say about it is:
FEMALE INSTRUCTORS!! Rock on Motherfucker!
not all of them but 50 percent. which is awesome. and they rock.
My trial private lesson included… (note I haven’t worked out in almost a year):
100 pushups, punches and situps, 40 front kicks, 40 roundhouse kicks, (most kicks consecutive) and tons of other pushers like jumps, blocks etc.
So its making a good impression. but I will still have to see before I sign off 3000 dollars.

on a side note…. A nice firemen lit my pilot light last night..
hee hee…

Donald Rumsfeld is briefing president Bush: “Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.”
“Oh no!” exclaims the president, “that’s terrible!”
His staff is stunned at this unprecedented display of emotion, watching as Bush sits, head in hands.
Finally, he looks up and asks, “How many is a brazillion?”