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Name: «±å¥£ø® ²»
Country: United States
State: Arkansas
Metro: Siloam Springs
Birthday: 2/14/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: I play guitar, and I play drums. I like listening to Blink182, Sum 41, Greenday, Breaking Benjamin, Powerman 5000, Lostprophets, Taking Back Sunday, Offspring, Rise Against, Green Day, and other bands that I can't think of and don't feel like listing right now.
Expertise: I sorta know stuff about computers, I've mastered the art of looking busy but actually not doing anything and still being able to keep my sucky job.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  Ultima1080
Yahoo:  Ultima1080
Member Since:
7/7/2003
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| I probably won't be updating my xanga anymore, unless you need to see shit. | | |
| "It happens on a random monday, coming back from an event, or late on a sunday night, right before you get on the plane and you're about to be frisked for the third time. You're driving, you're flying, you're sitting in an airport seat with boys from the team. You're drinking stale coffee trying to stay awake. You're explaining the fat welt on the side of your neck to a confused stranger or a best friend. You're coming back to the other life, the one without paintball, where no one understands why you do it. You're tired, you're working off little sleep, and the question creeps up and you try to ignore it 'Why do I do this? Why the travel, why the losses, the missed work, the missed school, hours of practice and the complaining girlfriend?' Because the lure of living a paintball life is just too potent, and the products of the road, the travel, are memories forever in trips and strange lands with stranger people. At tournaments, it feels like, for once, you actually get to live as loud as you want. It's worth the sacrifices, its worth all the bullshit because if you work hard enough, a sunday will roll around, and you'll be in the huddle, screaming, with your hand in, one among ten, playing for the world title, and suddenly all those cliches that you ever heard make sense, and you, are defined. You say it to yourself, and it means everything 'I am a paintball player, and this moment, right here, is my life.'"
~Matt Marshall | | |
| Why can't I take off my sweater? It's hot | | |
| got a hole in my back and running on 4 hours of sleep | | |
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