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No Pain, No Gain
I bit my tongue today.
If that were figuarative, that would be quite an accomplishment, but unfortunately for me, it was literal. I actually bit my tongue. I'm pleased that I didn't bite it right off, but even so, it hurts like...like...well, exactly like when you bite your tongue really hard, actually.

The Amnesty International Chapter
In other news, I went to an Amnesty International meeting today at my university, to help decide whether or not AI should take a stance on abortion, and what that stance should be. I, of course, implored the members to consider that AI shouldn't be involved in an individual's life to this extent, that the AI mission statement doesn't actually cover abortion and that many religious people supporting AI would be alienated should they take a stance on it. And so we voted...but the representative from the Woman's Lib society kept looking at me every so often and even smiled at me, which made me very nervous. And it felt like she kept glancing over to see what I would vote for. This did not deter me from a NO vote, however. I remained firm. After this first round of voting, it was decided AI should take a stance on abortion, despite my efforts, gaining just two votes against the motion, to the 11 casted for.

Once it was decided AI was to be involved, I believe AI should go all the way in abortion matters (despite my religious values) and voted to that effect on the second and third motions tabled.

Yesterday: The Fencing Brief
So fencing continued, and The Hulk kept poking me in the neck. Hard. Y'know where the throat is? There. I had my revenge, however. I've noticed that some of the females I fence have a tendancy to burst into laughter depending on where I poke them with the sword. I intend to only poke them in those places, from now on. Meh heh heh. I had the pleasure, yet again, of not only undressing French Girl, but being undressed by French Girl (she asked if she could undress me! Ok, what she actually said was "would you like me to help you?" - who wouldn't?
Who knows? Maybe next week I'll talk to her! Of course, our cross-train-platform antics have been kept up; she is a very funny individual. She played air-guitar this time. It appears our relationship has moved significantly forwards.

Paris: Takin' it by Storm!
Don't worry, everyone! The Arc de Triumph is still there, as is the Tour Eiffel. The 24 hours spent there was absolutely lovely. Unfortunately, it feels like it was ages ago. As I mentioned to Cat, I noticed the French girls wear more make-up and perfume: so they look funny and smell nice.

Sunday morning at 6:00am
I did actually wake up at 6:00am. It was very cold.
I picked up AG from the coach station at about 6:50am. I then proceeded to spend the next 13 hours with her - nonstop. This includes the 3 minutes in which I locked her in a car, waved menacingly at her and went away. Oh, it wasn't so bad. The driver's window was open slightly and my sister was in there too (though she later excaped by climing through to the driver's seat, and opening the door by sticking her arm out the window, something AG, it appeared, was reluctant to do. Of course, as my sister is my sister, she also taunted AG and didn't rush to her aid. I should sign her up for my world domination plans).

Sunday Morning Aftermath: The Dating Scene
AG has recently suggested that I go out with one of her friends, whom apparantly has sent me her regards. This sugggestion is acceptable...
Please note this is on top of another suggestion I go out with someone else's friend, and whom I have already met, but haven't seen for a while (scared her off, you think? Meh heh heh). WOoooo! I think this is the most interested people have been in me at any one time, since the day I was asked out by two girls within the space of 5 minutes (I refused them both. Hey, I didn't say I was logical, I said I sometimes thought logically). But that was before I turned 17, so doesn't count. Ok, it's true I've barely lived 3 years since I turned 17, but that's the way it goes.

The Dreaded P's: Parents, Plights and Pills
I don't have any plights or pills, I just needed stuff to make the title sound good. My parents and I continue to disagree with me on whether or not I should move to Canada and when I should get married. Interestingly, my father only disagrees with me on the second point, whilst my mother disagrees on both. She thinks I'm too young in the former case, and that I'd be "moving away from family" in the latter. I merely point out she not only moved countries when she was 17 - 3 whole years younger than me - but was engaged at self same age of 17 - again, three years younger than myself. That, of course, was "different." We try not to mention these things.

Articles: Democracy at war
More info on this later. I'm actually expected at a friend's house 20 minutes ago, and was supposed to eat dinner at my grandmothers 10 minutes ago (yeah, so I double book occassionaly. Everyone knows I'm late anyway, despite my best efforts [Note to Arty: I'm always late for everything, except .... no, wait...I'm always late for everything]).

Anyway, gots to goes. Nice chatting with you all! Hope you enjoyed the summary of my past week! If not, tough!