just a little venting

If I had known I was going to sit around for hours by myself I wouldn't have come. Every other time I have watched Marc play paintball that was never the case. He would play a game, then come back. This time I would sit there in the staging area, alone, for first, a half hour, then an hour, then an hour and a half.... see a pattern forming? Yeah me too..

I wasn't about to leave all their equipment unattended around a bunch of teenagers, so I stayed. and watched it. Did some cleaning while I was at it. I'm pretty sunburned, not that there wasn't a tent, it's just that the only place to sit that didn't have paint on it happened to be Marc's bumper.



I feel like I wasted my whole weekend for this. I couldn't go out last night because I had to get up early today, and because I got up so early I can't go out tonight.



I'm just really mad that it was expected for me to know all about this. I have never been to a paintball tournament, and I had no way of knowing how much time I was going to be alone. Only one person even bothered hanging out when the guys were playing, and that was Gabe. Any other time the 8th man was out they would go do something else. Fuck it, Erin will watch everything. I know the day wasn't about me, but I also didn't know I would spend the majority of my time listening to jerk-offs next to me babble on about bullshit, or hear some retarded broad repeatedly say "The great state of Cape Cod" over a loudspeaker.

I wasted time, money, and went through way too much stress for something that was supposed to be fun.

I wanted to learn to play, but now, forget it. It's not worth it.