Well, as I was talking to my friend today at lunch, I realized that I am really mentally messed up. Because I literally told him that, for no discernable reason, I really wanted to kill someone. He slowly scooted his chair over closer to one of my other friends after I said that. Then, he said that he would throw the kid that he scooted over towards at me if I chose to kill him. Then, the friend that was next to me had to be and a--hole and call the ones on the other side of him by their ship name. So he and I were laughing about it, so they came up with one for us. And the name was Resmards. Stupid, right? So, I told my friend to get me a knife and grab their arms. I was planning on slicing the arteries up their forearms and letting them bleed out. I didn't and I won't, though. But I'm still pissed with them. So, yeah. That happened. Also, I screamed when someone hugged me because I was the only other one wearing support for a Cleveland team. So, yeah. I don't like people hugging me. That brings me to another story that happened over the weekend. So, I was having suicidal thoughts, and so one of my friends decided to come up behind me and hug me. I had a foam sword in my hand, and when he came around in front of me, I whacked him with it. He dropped his battle axe (that's the picture up there^) and I picked it up. Needless to say, I chased him around with it and even got in a few good hits. So, yeah. If you couldn't tell already, I do not like people hugging me. Whelp, that's all for this story time, folks. Thanks for reading it!