February 2007
18:03 - 26/02/07 - Not Suicidal (yet)
I'm trying not to fall into one of those "what's the point in anything" moods because of watching that film last night, but I can't but help thinking "What is the point in anything anyway?". So far I've come up with three possible answers:
One there is a point I just don't know what it is.
(In which case I should keep thinking).
Two you decide what the point of your life is.
(So I just have to keep thinking to decide what I'm going to make my point).
Three there is no point.
I should probably mention that I actually like these not quite depressive moods, they help keep things in perspective, although that then begs the question; what is the 'correct' perspective to have if there is one at all? Whatever the answers to these questions I also think it would be a good idea if I did the comprehensive questions for my tutorial tomorrow.
01:45 - 26/02/07 - Before and After
I'll tell you something for free, The Deer Hunter is a fucking depressing film, very good though. Although it puts your life at such an angle such that nothing seems to have anything even resembling a point. Oh and it occured to me that I didn't put up any before and after pictures for my short hair so here you go.
That second photo was taken at the dinner with my parents for my 21st, probably why I'm actually close to smiling in a photo! The first photo is just me being emo whilst I still could.
18:38 - 05/02/07 - Paintball?
Over a month without posting, oops! Well at least I don't have to bore you with my new year's resolutions now. Not a lot happened last month, except I had a lovely Sony Cybershot Camera bought for me (well I paid for £100 but still the majority was paid for me), I also had an exam, got my hair cut short, and turned 21, which is possibly more news than happens in about 3 months on this blog. Went paintballing with a few friends for my 21st, was fun although not totally awesome due to the fact things kept going wrong, like paintballing costing about 50% more than advertised, and afterwards being served a crispfied steak in spoons rather than a rare one as well as getting a weird pint that tasted of soap or something, although both were replaced swiftly, also feeling very ill for about an hour for no discernable reason. My parents came down on the Sunday (my actual birthday) with a huge cake and a couple more prezzies. We then all went shopping (I got a few DVDs including another season of 24) followed by Chinese food in China town, which does qualify as totally awesome.
Went paintballing again on Saturday this time for tom's 21st, with a few of his friends from home and some uni peeps. Was great fun. I decided that money was not going to limit my enjoyment, so I ended up using around 1100 paintballs over the day. I also refused to crouch behind cover like a sissy until getting shot and remained mobile for almost every game (with the exception of the under-siege-style arena) this resulted in either: i) Cool Flanking manoeuvres resulting in many 'kills' for me or ii) Getting shot in the face, both were fun. Being me, I kept a score of Confirmed Kills (i.e. I saw my paintball hit them and explode) to Deaths (number of times I got shot), with the exclusion of the final game, which I'm going to talk about in a second because it was amazing, I got 16 Kills : 8 Deaths.
The team we played against for the day was a stag party, so at the end, we had a stag / birthday boy hunt, where the stag, the birthday boy and two of their friends each were 'prey'. The prey could not 'die' it was just a matter of how many hits you were willing to take. The hunters on the other hand, we only allowed 1 hit each as per normal. It started with 16 hunters versus 6 prey, and the hunters rotated until everyone had used their paintballs (although they didn't tell the prey this). I was prey, this is some-what of a misleading title though because we figured, we can't die, who cares, and all-out attacked the hunters, just walking into the incoming paintballs and shooting them regardless of being hit, terminator style! The best part of this game was when I managed to run down the far side of the arena without being noticed and come up behind all of the hunters and shoot about 10 successive people in the back at a range of about 10 feet. I started to feel a little sorry for them as they kept yelping in pain, so instead I started to run up behind them and shout "I'M NOT A HUNTER, SURRENDER!" instead, which worked out quite well because once all the hunters were dead I had about 5 paintballs left. That was probably the most fun I've had in about 6 months.