1. The act or process of withdrawing, especially from something hazardous, formidable, or unpleasant.
2. The process of going backward or receding from a position or condition gained.
3. A place affording peace, quiet, privacy, or security.
4. A period of seclusion, retirement, or solitude.
5. Withdrawal from a dangerous position or from an enemy attack.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Ugh, so my old template is back mostly because I can not deal with those archives. The blogger support told me that the only way I could feasibly do it would be to put links on every single one of my posts. Ohm, excuse me, but fuck no. Okay, I bought crayons today. That was my big highlight. No, really. I got this really cool box, the old school ones with the flip open top, not those thin cardboard ones they sell mostly now. I got a lot of colored stuff today. Crayons, colored pencils and a seventeen variety pack of sharpies. I love it. I am trying to draw a penis for Ashley. It is harder than you would think. I am going to go to bed now. I just didn't want to leave my blog with no actual post of, you know, words. I have been a but lazy on that lately. Oh yeah, Saturday, I went paintballing for the first time. I went with the paintball club and I wore my cameo and all. I still got hit. Though Pieter was nice and he didn't light me up when he had the chance, the crazy boy. Ha, my feminine charms at work. I did get hit, right in the mouth, with a paintball pretty early in the day though. And Andrew lit me up while I was trying to un-jam Fuji's gun behind a barricade. Crazy boy with his ridiculously good aim. Then, as I was walking off the field to clean my gun, Pieter shoots at me. He doesn't hit my, but the gun and I tell him that for christ's sake, I am out already. Ha, it was a blast. And there were quite a few hot guys walking around without shirts. Ahh... Beautiful.
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