And by she, I mean my laptop, Kylie. After a month-long hiatus in about every Best Buy in California, I finally got my baby back today. They managed to screw up almost every step along the way, but a new motherboard later, we're back in business.
The last month hasn't been too exciting anyway... so no worries. I have no backyard, so its not exactly like I'm trying to keep up with the Jones' (er.. Hartmans. and Freeses.) and build my own fence or anything. Hell, the most exciting thing I have to report doesn't even have anything to do with me.
Kelli had her baby Friday night, Noah Christopher Thomas Giden. I spent most of my chem lab getting text updates from Joan, and a picture message of my new "nephew", who I get to come home and meet this Thursday. (Who am I kidding. I'm only coming home for Gold Nugget Days.) In my own life, pretty much the most exciting thing was our paintballing trip on Sunday.
And by "exciting", I mean most recent event that made me look like I was clubbed to within an inch of my life.
Yeah. Looks like I was prepared, right? This was instants after being pelted repeatedly when my "cover" deflated. The gun up means I am basically crying for mercy.
On the less cry-baby side of the field, the guys had some brilliant plan to prove their manliness by going shirtless and wooing the ladies with their resultant battle wounds.
Stupidity gets all the girls, right?
Here're the happy campers once it was time to get the hell out of there.
I don't know how I got talked into doing this a second time. Memories of pain and near heatstroke fade, I guess. This time though, I'll have plenty of bruises that will likely fade long after the memories. Apparently, I bruise like a peach. And have the ninja skills of a sleeping elephant. So for now, I have 6 bruises (and counting) 4 of which have at least a 2 inch diameter. Pretty cute, if you ask me.
