Dynamite's Diary - 14th October 2022

Dad took me over to Grandma's house for the weekend last week. It's been a year since they first met up with each other again and he wants to commemorate it.

I managed to bring a whole bunch of comics and books with me to past the time, so that I didn't get bored stiff from a lack of good internet connection. That of course was when I wasn't receiving more martial arts training from Dad and Grandma. She's a real ace at them despite her age! Dad was able to match up with her in combat at times, but I kept struggling.

Conveniently, at least from Dad's perspective, school was closed on Monday due to a suspected gas leak. So it meant that I ended up spending even more time with them as a result. I felt that he should be the one spending all this time with her since they have the closer relationship and I only recently met up with her, but at least it makes him happy. And honestly, it was a pretty relaxing time getting to hang out with my relatives.

Well okay, maybe there was that whole business with the hot dog eating. Grandma taught Dad how to eat several hot dogs in a short time when he was younger, and she decided to do the same with me. At first, I thought it would be easy peasy - I LOVE hot dogs and aced several eating contests at elementary school.

It really wasn't. I felt really sick afterwards and needed the toilet several times. And you should see what it all looks like coming out like that. Urgh... O_O

"Hey, look on the bright side, Dad told me during my seventh trip to the toilet. "At least you lived." He gave some awkward grin to me, and then looked all spooked out as he loom to the side.

But hey, compared to the stuff I've been dealing with in Xtreme's ring for the past few months, stuffing myself with hot dogs is child's play. As were the extra martial arts lessons that Grandma gave me after my body had recovered. That was definitely a lot easier, even if she kept winning our spars together.

In a way, it was kind of a good way of taking a break from fighting arena antics whilst at the same time still preparing for them. I actually feel refreshed in a sense - no broken bones or bruises this time! Maybe they were just going easy on me for now. Who knows?

For the rest of the week, I spent time at Mom's. Nothing that eventful otherwise. As she's not paying much attention to this fighting arena business, I had even more time to relax with comics and video games. Which was just as well because it turned out I accidentally left my diary at Grandma's, which was why I didn't get to write in it earlier. Thankfully, Dad was able to give it to me via postage - and it's especially fortunate that the diary comes with a lock, so he likely didn't sneak a peak in it. There's some stuff you'd rather not have your folks know about, even if they're fine with that sort of thing normally.

Next week is the quarter-final, so fingers crossed that I do well in it. Hopefully the martial arts training I had with Grandma will help. As will some extra explosives in my arsenal. You can never have too much of them in combat. ;)