Krav Maga class was fun this morning. Mixed class: white to Black belts doing gun defense.
For the unrelated but essential fact, in keeping with the topic, one of the elements I dread most about roleplaying is naming my characters. I do not enjoy the process of trying to formulate a name and almost always find myself second guessing it for the reason it just does not "feel" ideal in some terribly nondescript, inexplicable way.I decided to remove the stress of naming characters a long time ago. I always look names up online and take one that seems to fit for me. If I am writing an Irish American, I look up "Irish American" names online. Recently, I created a pair of Half Orcs and looked their names up on a fantasy name generator: Bog Bilgepump and Dura Kharzach.
Relating to my most recent status, I'm not afraid to admit that I cried a little bit at the end of Toy Story 3.
Relating to my most recent status, I'm not afraid to admit that I cried a little bit at the end of Toy Story 3....me too and my children did not understand why.
I chew and eat coffee beans when I'm stressed.I had to hold instant coffee between lip and gum as a form of hazing once. It was not terribly painful, but tasted disgusting.
Continuing with crying at movies, the first movie that made me cry was Dragonheart. I loved Sean Connery as Draco, so that ending…
I would cry whenever I watched this one scene in Mulan 2.