Ouch

Paintball. Is. Painful. A shit load of people turned up. Like 10 people. So it was 5vs5. 5 of them rented full uniforms to keep their clothes clean. The rest of us were manlier. And cheaper. It was scary because my team was less covered up than the other team, but we were the ones charging in. The other team didn't even cross pass the center line(except Jackson, who crossed over in round two and shot me in the back of neck, ouch).

We only got them in round 3. Because we of luck and a bit of teamwork. Instead of charging in blindly we split into team lefty (Sanjay + Nick), team center (Zeke + Gurdave), team righty (julian + me). I can't remember what happened with lefty, but I know at one point, team center sniped. Team righty pwns butt.

No. It doesn't.

Anyway. 7 people got Rick Roll'd. Sorry, 7 people. I shouldn't have tricked you. There is no Santa Claus. And I don't believe in Santa Claus. And yeah, Rick Rolling people is like so 10 years ago. Ok fine, 7 years ago.

Let's rewind the clocks one day ago.

Sent the pups to the vet for their vaccinations. Everyone in the clinic was going 'awwww'. We had to give them all names. So we chose temperorary names. Caboose got named 'Bret'(from Flight of the Conchords). the other male dog got called 'Bryan'(not Yong or Loh, Bryan, the talking dog from Family Guy). Coma got renamed JunoJunior. The twin female dogs got named 1 and 2. And we still can't find a wat to tell 1 and 2 apart.

The pups need homes. We don't know if we want to keep Bret. He's too cute to sell. But in the end it'll be up to my dad. I personally don't want to choose. I'll leave it up to him. Either way, I'll do my part. Leave a cbox tag if you're interested in the pups.

I'm no longer in the mood for blogging. I want to travel somewhere.