“Well, Tych, when a person loves someone very much… they get together and go to ‘fencing practice’.”

Fencing rocks so hard. Today I actually attacked someone! It was in the name of "Stop freaking out, Evan, it DOESN'T HURT!"... haha, I'm amused. I threw my best lunge at him, and made my point when (surprise!) it actually didn't hurt. I'm getting lessons in advanced parries- I know them, but they definitely need refinement.

I know that, given the title, this sounds kind of dirty. But that was Sven. Not me. And I was fencing before any of this lovely little mess happened. So there, John Paul Baxa!

I have named my foil Fleance. It sounds sufficiently Renaissance-esque, and since Fleance actually did very little in Macbeth, it seems non-threatening... except it took away Macbeth's chance of ruling Scotland! MUAHAHAHA!!!