Paintballing.

Ah! Paintballing was amazing! okay i shall recount the day: woken up at 7am at jess's immediately regret staying up so late, but i had a good time anyway (watched the History Boys (which, Michelle is nothing like the Secret History and i have NO idea what possessed me to say that) ANYWAY! walked to Riverside listening to 'Get Behind Me Satan' best White Stripes album ever! and met all of wills friends! ah they are so funny, one of them will be really good looking in a few years! yes so we set off, Dad wasn’t in a very good mood because mum and him fought before they left, but I knew he'd brighten up when we got there. anyway we got there and i immediately wanted to leave, i just, was tired and didn’t like the people we would be paintballing with and so on so forth. we got our kit on (a big black boiler suit and goggles with helmet) and then a guy came over to put coloured tape on us so people would know who’s team we were on his name was Jon. Jon had long floppy slightly curly dark hair under a beanie, a boyish moustache (VERY wispy) and teeth a little too big to fit in his mouth; he walked with a sort awkward swagger and smiled a lot. So i talked to Jon ^^ it was nice because he was nice. Then we had the safety check (which was a recording BUT the woman actually put emotion into her voice and she was really sarcy saying things like 'if you take your goggles off, you will get shot and you will go blind') and we began to walk into the forest. Last time i went paintballing, i got hurt really badly, so walking through that forest i began to feel scared. Like properly scared, not just nervous. tHis first game was played reds against blues (each teams of twenty) and it was called Fortress. So the blues held the fortress and the reds had to get the 'bomb' (a black gas can thing) into the fort. I took up position in a little window neesh (can’t be asked to spell that) and began shooting. oh it was so cool, head shots didn’t count, which was a fucking good thing because i got shot so many times in the head i had paint running down the INSIDE of my helmet. The reds finally won and we switched over. Oh it was such fun hiding and shooting from behind trees and things and my heart was going and the adrenalin was CORSING through my veins! Anyway, so i (finding that i was actually a pretty good shot) was picking them off like flies and these two other adults were slowly making their way with the bomb but they got shot! So my dad rushed in and grabbed it and i opened fire to cover him and he jumped into the fort and we won! It was a pretty cool feeling covering my dads back, because without me he would have been shot. The next game was Battle Zone and this one was my favourite. It wasn’t because anything especially spectacular happened, it was just really nice and not too nerve wracking but still quiet trying. i made some pretty good shots and picked off a few people, but then i got shot and had to go to the dead zone (this was a capture the flag game) anyway so it was my dad and my brother left and suddenly (having sort of zoned out) there were cries from the people (also 'dead') and i looked up to see a man in a black boiled suit LEGGING it up the field the enemies flag in hand and suddenly everyone in the dead zone is on their feet yelling (if blue) YEAH YEAH GOGOGO RUUUUN! (If red) NONONONONO! HE'S RUNNING SHOOT HIM SHOOT HIM! I realised it was my father streaking down that acre. So the blues won that round as well. The next was the village. This consisted of four huts (log built) in a sort of diamondy square and the objective was to occupy all of these huts. In the blue team there were two other adults in full on kaki gear. dad and i thought they were going to be pretentious assholes, but then one of them was like 'okay group huddle round we have to really work together for this one, we should take the two flanking houses, don’t bother about the one nearest us because if we get the flanking houses the enemy wont be able to get past us' so that was the plan teams of two and charge! I was paired with kaki guy and when the marshal yelled game on we both ran FLAT OUT! To that house it was so much fun! We got there amidst heavy gunfire threw ourselves into the hut and took up positions. then i ran out of ammo, if you run out of paint that’s it your 'dead' and you have to sit the rest of the game out, so kaki guy yells for me to come over to him, and he gives me half of his ammo! Then he says 'we have one more hut, let’s charge it!' so we did and I got into the hut and won the game for us all. After we were traipsing back for lunch he said well done to me and shook my hand, which made me feel really grown up you know. Next was theCastle game. Basically a castle and one team has to stay inside and the other team has to sneak round the back and raise a flag on a flagpole. Unfortunately the flag is 3m away from the fort, the shortest distance you can be shot at without the pellet breaking your skin. So whoever went to raise that flag was going to get shot by at least ten people in the castle at almost point blank range. It seemed impossible but amazingly each time the attacking team managed to raise the flag. when the blues were attacking my dad my brother and I snuck round the side to were the flag was, my dad burst out and pulled it a third of the way up, then he got shot, I dashed out and pulled it another third before getting hit three times (shoulder hip and ass) then my brother ran out and managed to hitch it up to the top before getting shot twice in the groin! Ha, good thing he was wearing protection. Next was speed ball, basically team inhalation, there were sets of barrels each again 3m apart so were ever you were you were at point blank range with the opposition, so you all crowded behind the marshal shouted game on and you all had to dash out as fucking fast as you could to get to a barrel before you were shot to pieces! And to make it even more interesting the marshal would shout every thirty seconds ‘CHANGE BARRLES!’ then you would have to run (again as fast as possible) within ten seconds or you were out.
Okay well its been two days now and my enthusiasm on this matter has dwindled.
Today (Monday) was okay I guess, though its horrible to see that friendship groups have been completely destroyed by the influx of new people. I also find it distressing when I’m around all my old (and to be honest) real friends as well as all the new people (guys included) because I feel that there is a huge difference between who I am when I’m around people I know very well and people who I just know a little bit. So it confuses me. I do act differently around guys than I do girls, I know I do and whether it seems I do or not Is irrelevant. Uhg I don’t know, I think that’s enough for you to have read so far. Oh also began work on a Gaara cosplay outfit, its going to cost me at least £60 to get materials but tis going to be GREAT I can not wait! The only problem I have is what material to make the strap holding the gourd up out of. Finished watchmen amazing.
As Rorschach would say.