RAINBOWZ. I TOLDED YOUZ THAT I LOVE ZE RAINBOWZ.

Ahem. Sorry about that. I love rainbows. That's what I meant. Rainbows mean good luck, right? I can use ALL the luck I can get. (Especially during capture the flag.)

Should I explain?

Yes, I should.

I GOT TO PLAY THE BEST GAME IN THE WORLD, CAPTURE THE FLAG! It was awesome! I mean, my team lost and I got trapped behind a fence for 20 minutes, but it was fun! However, I'm a
clutz. Mentally uncoordinated. i.e. Falling over rocks, running into cars, falling out of trees.

Well, imagine this: A James-Bondy sort of scene, with James Bond music and me looking really cool in shades as I gracefully jump a fence. And then get rid of the music, the shades, and also, what is this "grace" you speak of? So yeah, I need luck. To win. Or do anything. Heh.

Yeah... I fell over that fence. And ate woodchips.

Oh yeah! And then, ironically, I got trapped behind a fence, with two guys (my assigned partners, sort of. Okay, more like I found one stuck in a bush, and the other tagged along. I swear, some boys are like stray dogs.)
So, these girls came by, but based on how they were acting and how they were dressed, I was pretty sure that they wouldn't step foot into the woods, so me and the two guys ran back into the trees. And then the girls asked who was back there, what team, blah blah blah, banana, blah blah blah... (I'm hungry, if you can't tell.) Naturally, I said "Nobody!"
And they asked: "Who's he?"
And I asked: "Who?"
Response: "You. Who are you?"
My response: "I'm not a male."
Their response: "Huh?"
Apparently my voice is very masculine.
Once again, they asked: "Who's back there?"
And so I told them that it was Trey and Joseph back here. And the guy on my left hissed, "My name's COLBY."
Me: "Go introduce yourself."
Him: "Whatever."
So, yeah. I was back there with Colby-Joseph and Trey-the-guy-who's-name-is-probably-not-Trey. One of the girls tried to walk into the woods, but I threw a stick into a bush beside her, and she screamed: "OMG!!!! ITS A SNAKE!!!!"
Literally bloody murder. I had to run my face into the sego palm that I was sitting in front of to keep myself from laughing. That was an interesting experience.

But none of this beats the highlight of the night. I managed to walk onto the opposite sides territory, and some guy started chasing me. I had brought a glow stick to signal my friend, Abby, who you can find at abbkiz. So, when this guy began chasing me, I let him get really close behind me, and then I threw my glow stick at a tree. He followed it. Still doesn't know what hit him him.

So, I suppose I got lucky in the end!
And I got to see the REAL Joseph sing a Justin Bieber song at the top of his lungs, because the jailers made a deal with him: do something embarrassing of our choice, and you get out free, with a 30 second grace period.

He sang Justin Bieber.

The song was his infamous Baby. That poor soul.

Hurricane: Zzzzz... Wha... What? What did I miss?

Me: ._.

Hurricane: OH. MY. MOONS. OF. GALLIFREY. ITS A FACE!!!! I MUST TRY THIS WIZARDRY!!!!

Hurricane: ;&$@/04

Me: Not how it works.

Hurricane: YES IT DOES! CANT YOU SEE IT? It's a ridged narwhals fighting Poseidon, the Greek god of the sea, in a contest to win his loves hand in marriage!

Me: Hmm... It looks like the keyboard had a seizure.

Hurricane: ;;;)/@:!(!

Me: What?

Hurricane: THAT is what a depiction of a computer having a seizure is. Get your facts straight, dumbo!

Me: GOODBYE! GOODBYE ALL!! SEE YOU NEXT TIME, WHEN I HOPEFULLY HAVEN'T STRANGLED HURRICANE, AND HAVE WIPED HER MEMORY.

Hurricane: &4&,&(!:84@3@'fbrkslekaleiiririi893395&3@:!;!;!&,!!!!

Me: HALP.

Hurricane: Psychological help.