Fencing! Academics! Squee!

Hoo, still dementedly hot out, and it looks like people are settling in for the heat wave in much the same way they settled in for the cold snaps a few weeks back.  That is to say: they don't really care.  We're adaptable, we are.  *wince*  I first noticed the dry heat when my hair air-dried in ten minutes this morning.  Um.  Creepy.

Fencing was great fun as always last night - the "good try" sarcasm came back, as did my bloodlust and the ongoing jokes about a certain fencer's Mom and army boots.  I swear, though, this one kid's got a sharpened tip on his weapon - how the heck do you poke holes in thick sweatpants with a flat tip?  Also: why am I destroying all my pants this week?  It makes me sad.

Ooh, I got my Officialesque Statemente of Resultsimundo!  Um.  Or something like that.

Huzzah!  Results, for those of you keeping score at home/stalking me:

( Cut for academic!squee )

I think I've found a new favourite coffee shop - the guy running it insists on speaking French to me (which is weird, because this province is about as Anglophone as it's possible to be in Canada).  He also has a little letter posted at the till explaining, politely, that he's an alien from the 27th century and is plotting world domination - something to do with manipulating the world's caffeine obsession.  It could work!

Campus is a weird place over the summer.