Well, Henry’s birthday was spetember 30th, but today he had his party, and oh my god it was so fun! I woke up around six thirty *(believe it or not *rolls eyes*), went back to sleep, wok,e up at seven, went back to sleep, and then finally woke up at quarter to eight. Jumping out of bed, shouting something I forget what it is, and then I went up the stairs to eat breakfast. I qate that fairly quick enough, then got downstairs and edebated over what to wear for the longest time. No, it’s no t so I can look pretty and stuff, but something that hopefully wouldn’t matter too much if it got stainsed, and something that sort of blends in. I finally got on my brown cargo pants and a black shirt that was supposed to be longed sleeved, but it came up to my arm as a three-quarter sleeve does. I found that very interesting, because the lenth on my torso was perfect. Oh well. My mom rolled ben out of bed, an d then we went on our merry way. Past North Territorial Road, Mast is very pretty. So is Henry’s road. Heh! Once my mom pulled onto his road, she told me, “you didn’t tell me hie was rich!” I forgot my reaction, but I think I found it funny. I mean, all the houses were HUGW#! As I sadi, no backspacing so bear with me.
Five more minutes to go. Sure, I’m a fast typer, but I still have problems. What’s wrong with typer, stupid Word?
So we hung out ast his house for a while, playing pool and stuff, and then we packed ourselves into a Ford SUV (ford. Powned) LOL! We took a little rid e to the paintball place, and oh my good it was freaking awesome! Of course I was totally confused and discombobulated for the longest time, until the first round was over. We were led onto the field, instructed for what to do, and I don’t think I fired more than ten paint balls. And then I felt something on the top of my head, I felt it, and I had red paint on my fingers. I was out. Second round I did a little better, but someone from the other team stnuck up on our flanks and got me, bu . . . on the mask, I think. Third time I was told I got the furtherst in, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t get anyone out. The fourth round was the best@! We changed scenarious, and instead of just woods we got a castle. Our team was the defenders. I took the window, and I got three people out! It was awesome! I think Henry’s dad was behind a tree and every time he even moved I shot at hime. Eventually he got out. Then Amber, who was flanking me, somehow got out, and I had to cover that window, too. Henry’s sister was there, methinks, and every time she poked her head out or her gun I shot a few rounds at her. Eventually I got her out, too. Then someone else, methinks Henry’s sister’s friend was behind a tree, and every time she moved I shot at her. Eventually I got her out, too. I was moving to the previous window, when Paul (a really good player) whipped out from behind the castle window and pointed his gun at me. I think he shot a couple times, so I started backing up, and then I fell down. That hurt more than anything. The reff was standing right next to me, and he didn’t exactly call me out, but I called myself out. Once I got out of the field I found out that my gun wasn’t shot, but a ball in the barel exploded. There was red paint everywhere inside. The fourth round was hands down my favorite. In the beginning Henry said he’s be dtrigger happy, ‘cause one of the pro dudes on the other team (actually, there was one pro dude per team—Fish and some other dude) gave him his gun, and it was semi-automatic, but every one squeeze of the trigger let out three balls. I think I was more trigger happy that Henry. I went through two canisters of paint balls (which holds about two-hundred) and a half tank of paint balls attatched to my gun. That’s a lot of paint. Fourth round was confusing for me. Fifth fround, excuse me. No backspace. I was told to cover Fish while we went around the front, letting the other four people go around back. We got halfway to the castle when m y gun suddenly didn’t work. I played with it for a while until I realized that I had to pull back the starting lever again. Once I figured it out I saw Fish was way ahead of me. Ecentually I made it through the woods, behind a tree, but I couldn’t get a good shot at anyone. People almost had me, but I couldn’t get them, so I pressed forward to a stack of spools, and I shad three people getting at me. A person was at the castle door, so I shot at him through the spools, and he immediately wbacked up, but then someone got me through ths e spools. I got hit once on the hip and another just below it on the thich. That one kind of hurt. Sixth round I got out almost immediately. We went from the castle scenario to ta village scenario, and it was a freaking maze! Blue team’s (we were white team) pro snuck up from behind and took out about half of our “men”—there were girls on the team, too, inclusing me—from there. Henry’s best round was definitely this one, though, because he got out half of the people. We still lost, methinks, beut we got far! Or, Henry, I should say. Seventh round got all rainy, and the reff was pretty much shouting out instructions to me. Eventually Henry’s sister and her friend took me out from behind while I was concentrating out a building window at a stack of spools, where I thought their pro was. Paintball was just FUN!
I spent about twenty minutes describing that. Wow.
So I guess I’ll skip over the rest. Of the party. Henry like the shirt I got him. My mom pulled me into Hot Topic, and I was like, what the heck are we doing in here? I mean, Hot Topic’s a little goth-llike, methinks. But anwyway, she starting pointing aout a ton of band t’s and stuff. I wasn’t paying attention half the time, just looking for shirts that expressed something I enjoyed, such as X-Men. They had two shirts. Methinsk one was a video game X-Men, bu t the other one was the 1990’s series X-Men, and they had Nightcrawler on there. So now I’m confused. I’ve never even heard mention of Nightcrawler in that TV series. I wish I had Internet so I could look it up. I mean, I freaking LOVe Nightcrawler! But eventually )I’m using that word a lot) I got my mind on track, and I had to fret over whether or not Henry like d the band or not. I mean , everything blanks when it comes time to remember. Which totally sucks. But he like the Kiss shirt I got him. Kiss. Lol
When I got himme from the party, I wanted to investigate whey my leg hurt so bad in such a peculiar spot. I mena, I knew I didn’t get hit there with a paint ball. When I took off my pants (shush up perverts) to see, I saw two huge whelts where I was hit during the castle, and another one on my stomach (actually my mom pointed that out when she told me to try on a purple tie-dye shirt) from where Paul hit me (so he did hit me, and I was out), but there was a very, very faint bruise where I hurt so bad (abnd still hurt very, very badly. It hurts like hell). Methinks it is very deep, but I haven’t the faintest idea how it got there. There was nothing I did to it that could make a bruise. I don’t bruise easily, but I do scar reeasily.
But now I got to do my launedry. I’ve been typing this up, on the third page, albout one thousand five hundred words, and it’s like twenty minutes longer thatn I wanted to spend on this journal. Yeah. I wish I could go more indepth with this stuff, but I djust don’t have time. I want to see if X-Men is on (though I highly,, highly dowbut it, since Disney suddenly thoguth that Spider Man is so important and pwns everything else)_ and just be able to go to bed.
SONG OF THE DAY: That train thing by Paul Simon. Dunno what it’s called.
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