Island Five

Yes, I know, I've been neglecting my blog. =/

Shaddup already I'll work on it.... eventually. >_>

Posted by Tansen at 11:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

were boring... -_- The math sections were too easy and the English sections were too boring to comprehend. -_-

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Otherwise I think it went pretty well. xD

Posted by Tansen at 11:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

... may be used in future English assignments! D:

Mr. Ross said that last year he liked having his students get weblogs and post in them for homework assignments. Huzzah!

I just realized how I've decreased in physical fitness... :( I got my first <7 minute mile today, which should have been happening this whole time... :( ::anorexia:: JK JK JK EW. Still I'm gonna have to change my habits a bit. >_>

DDR more? KTHX! :D

Posted by Tansen at 4:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

... and the ammo is flying.

In front, on the left, behind, and on my right I hear the quick rattling of discharging paintballs and the shouts of comrades. I run forward and right to a bunker, dodging a flurry of paint. A dive... and I'm on the ground. I scramble the last few inches and come to a kneel. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP I hear paintballs splattering on the other side of my hiding spot. I peek out, CHINK-a-CHINK-a-CHINK-a, three shots, all misses. Another peak, and my heart rate spikes as I'm hit in the goggles, twice in my chest, and once on my left leg. I raise my hand, "I'm hit, I'm hit!" and walk off the field. I taste paint... ~__~

-Round 1 of game 1

3... 2... 1... GAME ON! Paint is everywhere. Andrenaline keeps my mind sharp and I hide behind my assigned bunker. I peek and see a target on the other side of the field. I pull back out of sight as paint splatters the spot where I was half a second ago. I peek around the other side and fire off half my hopper at the target while yelling his position to my teammates. He's out and I switch targets. I see Benson hiding behind the left X and spray the rest of my paintballs at him, but not hitting anything. A quick yell of "I need ammo!" and an anonymous teammate tosses a pod over. Reload, and I start shooting at Benson again. Richard then took my kill. >_>

-final round of last game before we left

Injuires (not rly): 3 welts on the chest, two welts on my arms, two on my legs. EDIT: 2 more on my back. >_o

NO! PAINTBALL IS NOT A VIOLENT SPORT! NOR IS IT DANGEROUS (when following the rules of course). Statistics show that paintball has the least serious injuries per exposure out of any sport, including golf. Of course it hurts when you get shot, but when doesn't it hurt when you get hit (like by a baseball for example. Paintball < baseball?). And for those of you who are afraid to lose your vision from a hit to the eye, that's where the freaking goggles come in. It's required by law to wear eye protection when in the field and enforced by everybody to have a sleeve or barrel plug to prevent accidental shots outside of the field. On top of all of that, forceful physical contact is forbidden, which means you can't punch someone, kick someone, or whatnot.

Some reasons why I chose to go paintballing instead of the boating trip: 1) anticipated for weeks and weeks. 2) spent my own money purchasing my marker and accesories. 3) I'm playing a completely valid sport (4 - 5 ruling of Olympic committee for the inlusion of paintball as an Olympic sport), so it's not like I'm sitting in my room all day.

Posted by Tansen at 11:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I HATE DLIEMMAS. I have quite a large one on my hands right now.

Choice #1: Go paintballing with Kevin and everybody else on Saturday, a chance that will not come up again for another 1-2 months. This was anticipated >1 month in advance.

Choice #2: Go with my mom to stay on her friend's boat from Saturday to Monday, a chance that will probably not (if not never) come up again for years. I was told about this 2 weeks before.

Consequences of either choice: If I choose to go paintballing then I'll feel guilty for ditching my mom to go playing with friends and if I choose to go on the trip then I'll have died from anticipating the paintball outing way in advance.

Already in play: I talked to my mom and told her that I really wanted to go paintballing. She responded with a kind of disappointed voice and dealt a final blow with "if you would rather go play with your friends." Ouch. o__<

Out of all 30 days of this entire freaking month why do these two fun outings have to take place on the SAME FREAKING DAY?!

Posted by Tansen at 10:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)