Well I got my permanents in finally.... its awesome to be able to eat most solid food instead of soup. It seems that my temporary teeth had formed a hole in the canine in the back, and fixodent would leak out... thank god for scope flavored.

Paintball has become an intense habit for me now, it inspires so many things, and really helps kill stress and network. So is this what it is to be extroverted? I hope I don't become an asshole though.

On another note, I would simply like to say that I still have no drawing skills and the only talents I have are the ones I savor most. Assisting people, solving practical, psychological, and other problems... as well as playing the second paragraph and pretty much admitting that I am nearly damned hopeless at having a comment on this board. Doesnt matter though, life is going smoothly, the rocks below my feet that attempt to make me stumble and faulter only callous my soles to overcome greater achievements.

We have really gotten into paintball, me and my friends namely... its good exercise, gives us time to talk to people instead of being the brooding introvert in the corner, and a possible job opportunity for one of my friends.

My temporary bridge decided to get sneezed out two weeks ago (Fixodent rocks) and I am getting my new set of permanents next thursday.

I do realize that I have put up some posts of stories, but havent seen anyone post reviews on them. So, I will stop posting them for now until a comment or two happens at some point in time.

I am looking for possible commissions to be made for some of the characters I have created, and thats about it.

Alright, I want to tell you guys first off that i apologize to the highest degree of my heart if this sounds in any way histrionic.

Well, my weekend got off to an interesting start on a cold friday night, namely the fourteenth... work was very long so I was ready to hang out for the weekend at a friends house, who I will call L, we had a 12 pack of dos equis special lager, with limes that i sliced in my ways. My friend got in an argument with his parents for a minute about extraneous spending, and I helped calm him down a little bit... its what I do. However, the next morning I was ready for some serious paintballing, after all Channukah had come up.

When we got to the paintball field, it was muddy as hell, windy and cold, and a coworker that was interested in joining with us had to cancel for family reasons, so I honored his decision and told him that there was always next week. Thank god he didnt come... our guns kept chopping paintballs and mine clogged to the point of uselesness, i fell in the mud and got stuck, and got shot in the facemask and thigh, and was freezing in the high winds in thirty eight degrees fahrenheit, so we left soon after.

We got back to my friend C's house, I dont want to release his actual name for reasons of privacy, I waited for him to change, and when he did we went back to L's for some beer and decided to get some liqeur to make some grasshoppers.. needless to say we had never tried that mix before and it was delicious, so we each had two... I went outside for a cigarette later with them at 1 or 2 am, and was getting tired... I went back inside, and all of a sudden I was in warm liquid on the hardwood floor... two teeth had cracked and one was loose, and was bleeding as well as the tooth that was loose came out in full with the root later. I spent about an hour spitting up blood and finally it clogged...

Me and my two friends spent all night up, my face swelling on some areas, namely the nose and lips, we watched hot fuzz... I really felt closer to them... people doubt my friends constantly but I see the rich value in having these two so close to myself..

The next day, I went to my house at 8 in the morning, and showed my mom and dad the injuries I had acquired, I told them the story, and thank god they didnt get pissed... I was in uncomfortable pain, so I got some painkillers in me and felt better...

We went to the ER, I got inspected and slept a little while, went back to the house and felt stoned immaculate and tired..

The really bad news is that I wanted to go with my girlfriend, T, to the ice sculpture garden around here and felt bad, but she cheered me up.

The moral of the story : The shittiest parts of life are the ones you know your friends from enemies.

Putting things together... I am fairly happy these days, and not in the jittery jovial fortitude, but rather the content quiet that I have come to enjoy so well in my spare time. I tend to rush the need to have problems taken care of immediately, and have come through a lot. The only problem that really tends to itch at my sides like a bad rash tends to be the lack of motivation I have with problems of the heart, both biological and emotional.. its a very peculiar situation I have, because most individuals that I speak to ask if I am either depressed or stoned at first glance, because of the odd numbing sensation I tend to place on myself to keep myself cool in the head. It is particularly peculiar to others that I am able to use different cognitive techniques to achieve one of three affects against certain situations, namely what I have recorded and subjected to be attained as apathy to, enthusiasm to, and anger to. I am told daily not to judge individuals, which I can see destroys one of the fundamentals of American society in many senses, but that does that mean we truly all have to be open minded? I do care, and I tend to be controlling when the situation presented does not make me comfortable with it. However, when I do not care it is as though, from the observations I have gathered from others... I seem insane. I wonder what your opinions are on this matter..

1. Comment, not because I want the attention, but because I need the criticism to see most individuals view upon the subjects I write about.
2. I am working on it in my free time, which tends to be less and less these days.