sunburned

So, indeed I am rather sunburned. Extremely, actually. Quite painful, especially when I'm out in the sun more, which is...just about all the time. Whatever, camp's almost over, and then I can go back to sulking in the dark confines of video game land and get pale again. In addition, I've actually gotten a few decent welts and bruises from our games today, as well as a rather massive scratch on my ribs from...something. I don't know. Whatever, we won both, though the early one was very close (needed braveheart to finish it, and we almost lost that, too). The second one was a slaughter, which was nice, but tomorrow we have to play the other two undefeated teams. Woo, fun. I'm contemplating just not going. I wonder if anything bad would actually happen. I guess I could get barred from going back next year, but I don't know that I really care. I suppose, if nothing else, I've gotten better at face offs. Actually won about 50% of all the ones I took, and the other guy was quite good.

Oddly enough, I'm actually developing a taste for Train now...I don't know why, but I guess I never figured I would ever be able to listen to the Refreshments again, either. Fine with me, really, though I still need to get that new Sum 41 CD.

Had an odd dream about being in Tokyo (except it was really more like New York with a large beach between it and the ocean, and buried under a ton of snow) with Libby, McCoy, and a bunch of other people that I didn't know. We were walking through the ICU wing of a hospital, for some reason, and were looking out a bunch of windows at the beach. It was late and snowing really heavily, and we could see this massive thunderhead formation moving in from off the ocean, but as it got closer and bigger we realized it was moving too fast to be a storm. Someone said they thought it was 1 1/2 minutes away, then someone else said thirty, and then it hit the building like the blastwave from a nuclear bomb or an asteroid impact or whatever. Had the faint concept of a mobile nuclear bomb/explosion thing that generated its own storm system and ran a muck as it traveled, and then I woke up. Weird, but kinda funny how it reflects some of the real things that are going on in RL that you're thinking a lot about. Maybe Chew(baca) wasn't entirely off about your dreams having meaning...well, not meaning, but certainly influenced by the state of your emotions and thoughts. Not about Tokyo or monstrous roving nukes, though - actually, that's a really terrifying idea. I guess that'll make its way into LiZ at some point. Kinda thing that would make sense there, really.

the hardest part is letting go, especially when the reasons are so trivial yet so unbridgeable.
thinking about what may have been if things had been different...but they can't, and that's what is so hard.

- Veracity Out -
damn you, geography! damn you to hell!