There is nothing nicer than sleeping for 11 hours straight (god I needed that) then waking up and having a lovely shower (I needed that too).

Yesterday I went to my very first hen-do; it was for my course-friend Emma, who's getting married in September. (Why so many weddings at the moment? Must be crazy pheromones in the air or something.)

Hen-do consisted of:
A picnic in the rain (oh England), drying off in front of the fire with cake and a romcom, pizza, and a bus tour of London town (which I didn't go on, because I could foresee myself falling asleep for the whole journey (see also: sleeping for 11 hours straight last night)).

Also, there was paintballing. I've never been to paintballing before, and my only experience of it was from watching it on Spaced.
- I don't like active things. I don't like aggressive things. I don't like things where I might get hurt. On the way in we saw a very large group of young guys - our opponents. We got in and had to sign an insurance form that absolved the paintball company of all liability in case of injury or death. DEATH.
- I was, to put it mildly, ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED.

But it turns out that it's no way near as dangerous or as painful as I first thought. The games were short and the guys were very sporting and not boisterous at all, and it was considered perfectly fine to spend your whole time hiding sniping.

And actually. IT WAS PRETTY FUN. The most painful hit I got was to the knuckle of my trigger finger. I have a bruise. I am insanely proud of it and call it my 'war wound'.

So, in conclusion, paintball was good, but judging from my experience, I reckon I'd be pretty rubbish if I had to do actual war.

OK. It's back to typing now.

I know I've got to send lots of facebook messages (esp. to Mariya: I saw your engagement photos, they're lovely), and I want to draw Tieria fanart and write Tieria fanfic so badly it hurts, but it'll have to wait until I'm feeling less pressured.

brb, typing.