"I need: A massage and a great hairstyle."

I Am: strangely attractive.
I Want: a delicious pie.
I Have: issues.
I Miss: Nor. Cal.
I Fear: the Mouth of Sauron.
I Hear: as well as my dad.
I Search: everywhere for the remote, and whoever asked me to find it is usually sitting on it.
I Regret: that I have pudgy cheeks.
I Love: being blissfully ignorant.
I Forgive: my brother for annoying the heck out of me on a daily basis.
I Ache: after playing goalie for hockey.
I Always: am awesome.
I Try: not to lose my marbles. Hey, where did they go?
I Am Not: a retard.
I Seem: like a retard.
I Know: everything.
I Feel: haaaaaappy.
I Dance: like an idiot.
I Dream: about being Harry Potter. (gotta lay off the books. and the movies.and the podcast.)
I Give: hugs to those who ask.
I Listen: to Muse almost every day. (thanks, Di!)
I Laugh: like an idiot.
I Can't: eat delicious caramels.
I Write: to make fun of Teenage Vampire books.
I Cry: when I want to (I can force myself to).
I Sleep: rarely.
I Am not always: normal.
I See: a computer screen.
I Need: I need, I need!
I Should: sell my freaking Pokemon cards.

o-(* . *)-o

Charlie The Unicorn

wOoT!!!

"Three, pick number three, my lord!"

I've been tagged by my good ol' friend Jason McDaniel, my best babysitting employer. Ok, I've got to tell everyone a little more about myself.


THREE JOYS:

• Fooling around with my peeps.

---When it comes to just being plain silly, our little family comes in handy.

• School.

---I know this sounds wierd, but trust me, if school didn't exist, I wouldn't have any friends. It's probably my best social outlet.

• Technology.

---Yeah, it's a blanket term, but Blogging, Video Games, etc. are awesome.

THREE FEARS:

• Flunking school.

---I personally think that if I were to get held back, or if I were expelled, or something along those lines, I'd lose it. Just getting bad grades, or low points on an assignment make me crazy. I don't like to think how I would react to that.

• Breaking a bone.

---This might be a wee bit irrational, but I'm frightened of intense pain. Some things I can handle, like a punch to the face, a nice pile drive to the face, getting hit in the face with a soccer ball, (which seems to happen on a regular basis), or something like that, but intense pain; breaking a bone, getting my arms lopped of with a lightsaber, etc., I don't enjoy the freakish thought of.

• Looking stupid.

---If I end up looking like an idiot at the end of an argument I'm somehow involved in, it tends to kind of freak me out. I think I'm a little too comfortable with my status of looking smart so much that it scares me to think of what it would be like otherwise.

THREE SURPRISING FACTS:

• SUBTLETY IS MY MIDDLE NAME!!!

---Sorry I stole this quote, Wayneman. I have basically no subtlety when it comes to my sense of humor. (Most of the time.)

• I am attempting to beat Halo 3 on Legendary, While simultaneously working my way through Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords ( also known as: SW KotOR II)

---Yes, I'm a dork who plays video games, and, yes, I play Star Wars RPGs (Role Playing Games).

• I am a Jedi Knight.

---um...

I now tag Darth Maul, Hayden, Ashton Kutcher (see http://vancleaves.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-greatest-fear-realized.html), Lord Voldemort, and Barak Obama.

Wussy Paintballing. >=P

Yesterday, I went paintballing for the first time with the youth in our ward. We went at 5:30 pm, in L.A., on a Friday night. As you can imagine, however long MapQuest said it would take, it would really take twice as long to get there. We got to Hollywood Sports at 6:30. We then had to wait another hour for all of us to find each other, get our gear, and wait for the current match to end. When we got to the park, we saw guys in camoflauged Army jumpsuits, masks that looked like Master Chief, (see previous post) and paintball guns that looked like AK-47's. Our little group was wearing old college T's and hoodies, frumpy teal sweatshirts, grubbies, or Lake Michigan T's and blue jeans.

Wow.

So, when I put on the visor/helmet, I thought, "Whoa, I look like a commando," in my old, faded striped T-shirt, and faded, ripped-at-the-knees blue jeans.

?

So, we went into the instructional video kiosk, and found 10 minutes later that it was out of order, and that we needed to go to the next one down.

>:[

The video had intsructions like, 'Don't look down the barrel', 'don't bring drugs', 'don't take off your mask', and 'most importantly, just have fun.'

Gimme a break.

When we finally headed to the playing field, it was 8 freaking o'clock. The place was closing at 9 freaking o'clock. The administrator said we'd get to play two freaking games.

Grr...

When we started the first game, my heart was close to thumping out of my chest. I was breathing so hard that my visor fogged up in 2 minutes flat.

(:O

It was dark, my visor was fogged up, and the only distinquishing factor between teams was a dinky little piece of pink ribbon.

!!!

I was up in the sniper tower with a couple of teammates, when they started shooting at something. They were a couple of feet away. I had a better angle. I popped off a few rounds at the guy, then he shot a whole round at my face, but I ducked quick enough to see the ball with a smoke trail whizz above me, and smack into the tin wall across from me. Holy crap. I then found a little hidey hole, an opening between the tin sheet and the board holding it up, stuck my gun in it, popped off a round or two, and he ran away. However, I still hadn't plastered anybody.

>:I

After that round, I was totally fogged out I lika do da cha cha, I didn't even know who won, my adrenaline was making me jittery (I think I was a little shell shocked), and it was really dark.

<:[

This round, I just sat in a bunker trying to wipe off my visor without taking off my mask.

:/

It was fun, tiring, and adrenaline-filled, but everyone agreed we ought to do it again, but in the middle of the day.

<(+_+)>

My Many Faces

Anyone that has taken a picture of me knows that I usually make a really strange face at least once. Here's to your tolerance. This is a compiling of the many strange faces I make (click on the picture to get a closer look):