Darkschunt 
Friday, October 01, 2004
Listening to: Slipknot "Vermilion", Resident Evil: Apocalypse OST.
Sky: Bright and sunny, slight wind
I have never been so bruised before. I have red and dark bruises on my right wrist, a beautiful blue-black bruise on my upper right arm and a smaller one on my upper left arm, bruises on both hands, my blister on my left foot re-opened, my right knee is scraped, there is also a bruise on my right hip and a scratch on my left hip and yet more scratches on my left hand.
This is so cool. I have battle wounds!
Most of these came from training last night. The first hour was like "ow, ow, ow", but the second hour wasn't too bad.
I like self-torture. How bad is that?
After training, I got a ride back with G (hereafter, known as Short Spitfire, because I have to start thinking up nicknames for everyone instead of just referring them by their initial, which wouldn't do any good if you know two people with the same initial). We dropped by this house to pick up her sister first and that house is, like, magnificent! It's absolutely beautiful, decorated to look as if it was a house in sixteenth-century Italy or something, you know, with like these oil paintings and wall sconces and elaborate mirrors and statues and stuff. And they have this huge white furry dog, a Samwhite or something, which is like a moving rug, which is adorable!
When I finally got home and soaked the bruises in a nice hot shower, I called up S (hereafter known as Banana Vuitton) and she, me, and her boyfriend C.L. (hereafter known as Chili) headed down to McDonald's to get me some dinner. I was huungry! And, oh, I am feeling much better! I don't know why, maybe it was training that made me feel better. I think shouting so much actually makes my throat feel better. Maybe because I'm not so sick anymore. Maybe the hex is wearing off. Last night, I finally warded it off and back to whoever hexed me. Anyway, whatever, I feel much better.
Then after that we went down to the casino because Chili wanted to have a look around. I wanted to try my luck and do a little gambling and hopefully, win a whole load of cash that would ease some of my troubles at last, but you can't do much with a couple of bucks. Pah. Next time, you'll see me at the roulette table. Playing big. And winning big. Yeah.
The other night, I was so happy to see my oldest friend, Bundles, online. I really needed to have some girl talk therapy with her, after all the bad week and a half I've been going through. And it turns out that she too had been having a really rough time so we commiserated and complained to one another and comforted one another. We did the three Cs that are a prerequisite of a friendship! Hahaha. And she sent me pictures of Dylan Guo to make me feel better! Yumyum. I felt so much better after having talked to her. I miss her! Can't wait to go back and see her.
Sky: Bright and sunny, slight wind
I have never been so bruised before. I have red and dark bruises on my right wrist, a beautiful blue-black bruise on my upper right arm and a smaller one on my upper left arm, bruises on both hands, my blister on my left foot re-opened, my right knee is scraped, there is also a bruise on my right hip and a scratch on my left hip and yet more scratches on my left hand.
This is so cool. I have battle wounds!
Most of these came from training last night. The first hour was like "ow, ow, ow", but the second hour wasn't too bad.
I like self-torture. How bad is that?
After training, I got a ride back with G (hereafter, known as Short Spitfire, because I have to start thinking up nicknames for everyone instead of just referring them by their initial, which wouldn't do any good if you know two people with the same initial). We dropped by this house to pick up her sister first and that house is, like, magnificent! It's absolutely beautiful, decorated to look as if it was a house in sixteenth-century Italy or something, you know, with like these oil paintings and wall sconces and elaborate mirrors and statues and stuff. And they have this huge white furry dog, a Samwhite or something, which is like a moving rug, which is adorable!
When I finally got home and soaked the bruises in a nice hot shower, I called up S (hereafter known as Banana Vuitton) and she, me, and her boyfriend C.L. (hereafter known as Chili) headed down to McDonald's to get me some dinner. I was huungry! And, oh, I am feeling much better! I don't know why, maybe it was training that made me feel better. I think shouting so much actually makes my throat feel better. Maybe because I'm not so sick anymore. Maybe the hex is wearing off. Last night, I finally warded it off and back to whoever hexed me. Anyway, whatever, I feel much better.
Then after that we went down to the casino because Chili wanted to have a look around. I wanted to try my luck and do a little gambling and hopefully, win a whole load of cash that would ease some of my troubles at last, but you can't do much with a couple of bucks. Pah. Next time, you'll see me at the roulette table. Playing big. And winning big. Yeah.
The other night, I was so happy to see my oldest friend, Bundles, online. I really needed to have some girl talk therapy with her, after all the bad week and a half I've been going through. And it turns out that she too had been having a really rough time so we commiserated and complained to one another and comforted one another. We did the three Cs that are a prerequisite of a friendship! Hahaha. And she sent me pictures of Dylan Guo to make me feel better! Yumyum. I felt so much better after having talked to her. I miss her! Can't wait to go back and see her.
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