My legs are aching. Throughout the 35hours of P5 camp, I spent 6/7 of the time walking/standing around because I didn't want to sit down. Of course, this has an unhealthy effect on one's legs, but that's a price I'd pay dearly later on in life when I'm older, but not yet(I hope).
The more you walk, the more painful it gets, and eventually you get numbed and you don't feel the pain as strongly as before.
Which makes me wonder why people are always declaring that they are numbed by stuff, almost as if it's a cool thing to be numb. It's not. It just means that you are in a state of shock.
Doesn't sound that cool now, eh?
Why would people want to brag about how shocked they are?
P5 camp was...like the normal P5 camps we had for the previous year, and to be honest I've got reservations on how they would survive if the Super Seniors(SS) stop going back to help out. But oh well.
The SS were practising the dance from 3-4am, because we had to wait for everyone to sleep before we rehearsed. We didn't want them to know what we were doing because it's
1) embarrassing
2) supposed to be a surprise
and so we had to do it when no one else was awake...
...and ended up having little sleep.
Then campfire came and went, we danced, it's on Facebook:
and yep that's about the highlights of that night.
Then I went home, showered, and went for overnight CIP for Cold Storage's Kids run 2010. There was a LAN session before that though and then we watched Shrek(in which I couldn't help but fall asleep for 20minutes because I was that tired), and blah blah blah.
During the CIP I had sight problems because I couldn't look at stuff properly, and there was a time when I experienced psychosis. I was walking around because if I stagnated I'd sleep, and the people were already moving around(like 8AM), so as I walked around I kinda had a dream and when I woke up I was holding onto a girl's bag by its handle-thingum, with the girl still wearing that bag. Her mother looked at me, slightly bemused, and I let go and walked away slowly, just to not look too sheepish about it.
Hoooooooooops.
OK that wasn't psychosis, that was me being narcoleptic. When I reached home, I checked my Facebook for the aftermath, got amused, ate my lunch, and went to sleep.
Guess what, I'm still damn sleepy.
Oh. Let me be mad for awhile. I was mad on the bus to the F1 pit, and I am still quite mad about it. It's retarded how I got charmed over with just one smile. It's retarded how I always break into song when you walk by. It's retarded how I ache to help you all the time with or without your need of help, even though I barely know you. It's retarded how I'm playing hard to get by not adding you and waiting for you to add me, when I know that you probably won't ever.
And when we walk by next time I'd shy away while you walk on, not knowing that we're acquainted.
Sleep would be good. I don't like intense feelings.
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Yep. I'm going to like, wank or something. Maybe that'd make my legs feel better. The heel is sore and my toes are going weak. The muscles seem ready to drop off anytime =\
-- 5/23/2010 07:21:00 PM
