It hurts so bad! I got shot! Which wasn't unexpected but still! Some bastard got me. I escaped relatively unscatched the last time but yesterday I left with a nice paintball-shaped welt on my...I don't even know how to describe where I got hit...in front of the right shoulder, the fleshy part near the ARMPIT. What the hell kinda place is that to get shot? Not only was it painful but couldn't it have been in a more glamourous 'look at where I got my war wound' place or somewhere that it'd be funny when you tell the story, like the ass? What's even more is that 1)I have no idea who shot me cuz everyone looks the same in there and it's kinda dark and we're all partly hidin from eachother (tho I'm sure it was one of those pro-star boys who work there and have hardcore equipment and skills and experience even tho they're like 14 yrs old), and 2)I realized that the paintball didn't even burst so that shot technically didn't even count yet hurt like a mofo...AND I wasn't even supposed to be out that round. From the pain that it caused, I was sure it had burst so I automatically called myself hit and left the field only to realize later that it actually didn't and I still woulda been in the game. Tho after that one, why would I stay for more of those hell pellets. At first, for a split second, I couldn't believe I got hit, then I felt the burnin sting and I went "AUGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Then I walked off not believin where I got shot but I guess it woulda been worse if I hadn't been wearin a baggy shirt cuz I think it hit a fold of cloth. Dude must've had fuckin sniper crosshairs on his gun.

So the day began with all of us meetin up at the McDonald's and this in itself was a task cuz there was a whole crew of Clothes' friends who had to get their asses there and pretty much everybody besides our car were takin their sweet time. It was hot outside so we went inside and ate and waited and chilled. The McD's ppl probably thought we were lame cuz it looked like we had nothing better to do than to hang around a McDonald's on a Sunday dressed in nappy clothes.

We all trekked down to Sgt Splatter's with our car supposedly leadin everybody and we were lookin behind us and worryin that we didn't see Al or the other ppl's cars the whole time, only to see that they all got there before us, wtf.

Then we waited even more for the rest of their friends to come. Then we didn't have 25 ppl so we weren't gettin a group discount. Then we found out that we'd be playin with other ppl (like professionals) instead of a private game like we thought.

Anyway, I played about 4 rounds. Some ppl just stopped playin cuz they ran outta paintballs or cuz it was just SO DAMN HOT in there. Imagine a summer evening, havin no a/c in there, havin to play this freaky nerve-wracking game where you hunt ppl down and they are huntin you with guns, in dim light, wearin hoodies and sweatshirts and coveralls. It gets pretty real in there, it feels like you're actually in war or somethin and you're breathin hard and sweatin. Everybody came out after each round drippin wet :P "Wow Pris, what happened to your shirt....oh is that sweat?" "Yes it is. Thank you!" Hahaha, cuz I said it in front of everyone. I had old jeans, a baggy sweatshirt, and a tank top underneath. I don't think I've ever felt so hot in my life. I must've sweated off 3 pounds. My mask kept foggin up but I couldn't take it off cuz of safety rules.

We didn't get G as much as we wanted, haha. But I got mine alright. Fuckin guy, whoever it was who popped me. It had to be one of those guys cuz it was no lucky shot the way I was standin, I had just the smallest part of my right side in the window and that's when I got hit. He was watchin me, I know it :P

I know I sound like the biggest geek right now but I'm gonna go on about the last round anyway cuz that was the best part. L and G and most of them were done for the day but me and Al played another one. This game was the 2nd of Raid and Conquer or whatever it's called where 1 team guards the building and the other tries to take them out and take it over, and this time we switched sides. Me and Al are pretty much the only girls left playin and so we stick together. The guy who ran the rules session (the guys who work there also act as refs and sometimes play in the games too) was walkin around reffing and talkin to us while me and Al were hunkered down behind a building. He kept tellin us to go for it and callin us the Lady Strikeforce, haha. He told us to press forward and I'm like, hell no. We're supposed to be all about the offense but I didn't wanna be closer if I didn't have to be, haha. Then I was like, OK fine, might as well just run it and not think about it. So the guy was stickin with us and said there was 3 mins of play left and to storm the building cuz no one had seen/shot us yet. Al was all for it cuz she's kamikaze/cop in trainin like that, haha but I'm like, uhhh...how about you tell us when it's 1 min and then we'll go? :P Then you'll have a min to run in there and shoot them all up and then the time will run out before they'll get to shoot back, haha. Seems reasonable to me. He's like, no if you're gonna go, now's the time to do it. I was the skittish one holdin Al back, haha...

"OK we're gonna run up there in 3, k?"
"No way, no way!
"Come on, let's do it...ready?"
"Wait wait wait, run all the way up?"
"Yeah, ready? 1...2...3..."
"OK but you're goin first!"
"1...2...3...*pause*...1...2...3!"
"Awww fuuuuck!"

So we crept up the stairs and we knew there'd probably be someone around the corner and they probably heard our paintballs loudly rollin around in the hopper (aka the container that holds them that feeds into the gun, go me) as we ran. Sure enough, we went all 'freeze!' styles at the guy squattin behind the wall as we came up. But you're supposed to do the mercy rule--if the person doesn't hear or see you comin and you get within 5(?) feet of them, you can let them call mercy and they leave or they can get 3 seconds to turn and run and you get to shoot them. If you're smart, you'd call mercy cuz good luck with gettin away, you'll just get a paintball in the ass. So me and Al and this guy are all demandin mercy cuz we're like, we said it first and he's like, you hafta call mercy! I said it first! So it was this tense standoff where I just didn't want to get shot and I'm so scared he's gonna pop me any second from a foot away. There's no ref right then and there and ppl don't necessarily play by the rules and blast away anyway so I'm just like, how about we just don't shoot anybody!! I was so on edge, haha. Then some dude from our team comes runnin in outta nowhere and starts shootin like nobody's business at the guy and the guy's all, WTF WTF! and starts shootin too. Me and Al are right in the crossfire so we're all, WTF WTF! Everybody stop shooting!! It's all screamin and yellin and the POW! POW! POW! of the guns. I dunno how I didn't get shot. I was expecting, waiting, to get it good. Whatever, those guys took eachother out and me and Al continued, haha. The ref had come up too and he had a gun so he joined our Lady team. We went thru to the other room like cops on a drug raid and came upon Pris who wasted no time callin mercy and leavin, haha. I thought the game was won after you got into the building...geez, you gotta take out everybody too. Al got 2 more ppl on mercy, I was just followin and stayed in the middle with the ref behind me, haha. We came to the last room and the last person left. The staircase down was in the direct way of the door so we had to take it at the side. Al was crouchin at waist-level, I was squattin at the bottom, the ref was behind me beside the stairs but in full view of the door and another guy from our team took up the back, standin in view of the door too but at the other end of the room. We yelled, "There's 4 of us here, you better call mercy and give up!!" No reply. "We've got 4 ppl, you got nowhere to go, call mercy!" Then he starts firing back! We all go for cover and we're like, ohhhh! He's not goin down without a fight! It was just jokes cuz this superstar wasn't gonna give up and wasn't sayin anythin but lettin the ammo fly. The ref was like, he's shootin outta the hole in the wall. Me and Al are right by the door and do the same thing as before...

"OK we're gonna go in on 3..."
"OK, you take the top, I'll take the bottom and get 'em in the legs and that guy in the back will cover, haha."
"No I'm takin the bottom."
"Uh uh, you're takin the top, I'm takin the bottom!"
"Fine!"

Just then the ref gets a straight shot to the hand. So that got rid of him! I don't understand how he didn't cry, haha. He's like, ah! Nice shot! So it just ended up a standoff cuz time ran out. We wait for the guy to come out and it's Kenny, Pris' little brother! Haha. He goes on to tell us how he was stuck behind the wall with nowhere to go and he's like panicking, waitin for one of us to come around the corner...while the 4 of us couldn't even take him, haha. The kid was the lone survivor when the rest of his team was just like, frig this!

So much fun. We met Darien's sister. What a cute family. And obviously she's got that awesome English accent too. We all got changed and cleaned the paint off our skin. I did get shot in the helmet right on the face but I didn't feel it. I saw the yellow paint drip down on my goggles but I cheated and just wiped it off and kept playin, haha. I came out at the end with shells behind my ear, dirt on my knees, nasty paint-y sand caked on my shoes, and greasy orange paint all in my ponytail.

Of course then L wanted to go out for drinks or whatever. Everybody jetted and G wasn't goin so we went in Al's car and she had to use a sheet in the back for me :P We went to BP and talked about the Darien drama. It'd take about half an hr in words to cover the whole thing so I'll just say that somethin's goin on with the family and miscommunication and rebellion and overemotion and blah blah blah. It was just a tense situation cuz he was tellin the gist of it in the parkin lot but I got the down low from Al cuz she's in the mix too. He was sayin that he was gonna move back to England or get his own place like he was goin to anyway but under ill vibes. And just the other day I was like, wow I haven't been out with Darien in like a week. If he moved back to England for good instead of comin back to eventually immigrate here as planned, I'd miss him :(

Anyway, I think I made this long enough so that's it!