Yasmin: Paintball

So I'm back home now, every muscle in my body feels like its been beaten on with a bat. I need a hot shower I stink. Anyway, I just got back from playing paintball with Crash, Frankie and Renato. Now, I had an idea that paint balls hurt when they make contact with the skin, but man, I had no idea that it hurt that bad. Its funny how such a tiny little object could cause so much pain. OK, I know I can be dramatic at times but this is not one of those times. The pain actually stays in the area where you've been hit and penetrates it and becomes more concentrated and intense until it starts to dissolve, and fade away. Not before leaving a hideous bruise the ugliest color purple you've ever seen. As if that pain isn't enough, we went through what I call intensive boot camp, military style training before the actual fight. Lieutenant and Sargent had us do a series of exercises which just left us sore and in pain, only to later add some more pain. I got hit in the butt twice, and in the arm twice, and the hand once. I got so mad at the boys. They didn't follow the rules. One of the rules was to never hit a dead player or a player that has already been shot. They heard me yelling that I've been hit, and they just kept shooting and hitting me (Animales man). Me puse tan brava que les grite como si fueran niños. It was the pain really. I panicked every time I heard those shots. To tell you the truth I felt really vulnerable out there in that big course, especially after Crash got eliminated. I was fighting to fight (u understand?) I wanted to beat the guys, but I'm really a lover not a fighter. Today was really something, we'll have to challenge the guys to another match. This time they will have to sign a contract stating that they will play by the rules.

Love tu Chica,
Yasmin