I hate public washrooms. Mostly because the female gender unfortunately has some very strange bathroom habits which I guess somewhere down the line during my years of being a tomboy I no longer understand. For example, I would like to express how very disturbed and uncomfortable it is to be in the washroom at work and have a girl from the office next door come in, not so much talking as trilling obnoxiously on her cellphone; wander around aimlessly for a minute, and then finally go into a stall beside me and urinate while still gabbing on her phone at the same time. Why are you so desperate to go to the bathroom always accompanied by a gaggle of your girlfriends, so much that you have to talk to them on your mobile while you pee? Please go use the washroom in the YMCA across the street.

I broke out a bit from the bubble and went paintballing for the first time this weekend for Coleen's birthday. It's pretty intimidating and does nothing for my already rattled nerves to be pulling on some oversized jumpsuit while watching a troop of enormous arms-as-thick-as-my-head men dressed in hardcore commando garb and boasting automatic CO2 rifles, looking like Rambo and with three times the rounds of ammo strapped to their back. These were the people we were up against.

I have to admit it was a lot more fun than I thought it would be though. But damnit, getting hit hurts. I wasn't wrong about that. It was just a painful and stingy as I feared it would be. Fortunately I realized very quickly that the way around that is to hide very well and very far back and thus not plunging into the deadly fray where you can get shot. I came out of the day with only five or six shots on me. Whoever nailed me in the back of the head when I was walking off the field to get more ammo is a giant douche though! I was close to pistol-whipping someone in the face!

Okay, I have to apologize profusely to Coleen and Amanda. I could not finish 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea. I just couldn't. I was all right with it in the beginning when they make it out as a rip roaring chase after some crazy sea beast with untold adventure and mutated sea monsters -- right up until they found out "Oh, it's a submarine. Oh joy. Now let's spend two whole chapters talking about the strength of reinforced steel plating under 800 meters of underwater pressure." It wasn't so much the language or style of writing that annoyed me, but more so that the book wasn't so much a novel in the normal sense of the word as it was a text book full of nothing but lists and lists of fish and coral and different sea life; scientific facts and figures and classifications and names. There is only so much I can take before I go and drown myself in the bath tub. I'm somewhat bitter though that I never made it to the rumored giant squid, that sounded promising, but I never got far enough. Perhaps if they had restricted all of the science class reference material to the appendixes, they could have actually progressed with the narrative. *Is disappointed about lack of giant squid shenanigans.*

On the upside I did finish reading a delightful book called Gods Behaving Badly by Marie Phillips and I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys the idea of an orgy of Greek deities living in modern day London in a tiny flat surrounded by their own filth and trying nothing more than to get a good shag in before the world ends. Hades is hilarious and Apollo is a big lovable man slut.

For anyone not aware, I'm currently bunny-sitting Nickie's little Dwarf bunny, Spook, while she and Brock are away in San Diego. And she is adorable. :B She was a little freaked out the first night but quickly got over the new surroundings and starting running and playing and doing binkies~ She seems to love her ramp that Mason made her. SO CUTE. One week until Toby gets to come home too~!