Fall Break
I had a fantastic weekend/break. Went home Wednesday and came back today. Just wish I wasn't fucking sick. Gah. I feel like shit. I don't know if I'll go to class tomorrow. Except for Music Theory - we started confusing shit on Friday and I don't want to miss and be even more confused. I doubt I'll sleep well. I have to blow my nose every other minute in order to breathe, my throat hurts like a bitch, and I'm achey all over. Feels like someone's squeezing my head too.
But! My lame throat didn't prevent me from having a kick ass time yesterday. My dad, myself, his girlfriend and her son went to a place called the Bullet Stop. It's a gun shop with a shooting range at the back. My dad took his revolver and another one that I'm not sure what it's called - looks like the ones Angelina Jolie used in "Tomb Raider." Shot .38's and .357 Magnums on the revolver and then .45 on the other gun. That was the one I couldn't handle. I couldn't hold onto it after it fired, it kicked back so much. So I only shot 2 bullets on that. The revolver was fun. My hands are freaking small, so it was kind of hard to get a good grip. I was a pretty good shot. Not bad. I got three shots right in the middle; the others were pretty consistent around that area and the upper half of the target. Guns are a lot louder than I thought they were, and now that I've actually seen some sizes of bullets right in front of me, I hope I never get shot. Dying in a fire and by bullets are ways in which I don't want to die. Ouchies.
I was hoping to write more this weekend than I did, but I couldn't concentrate with my head throbbing. Maybe I can this week. By the way, since NaNoWriMo is next month, there's other things that have stemmed from it, like blogging for a month. An entry every day. So I signed up to do that. Plus, in the spirit of writing, I'm going to shoot for writing at least 20,000 words in November. I was able to do it a couple of years ago; hopefully, I can do it again!
But! My lame throat didn't prevent me from having a kick ass time yesterday. My dad, myself, his girlfriend and her son went to a place called the Bullet Stop. It's a gun shop with a shooting range at the back. My dad took his revolver and another one that I'm not sure what it's called - looks like the ones Angelina Jolie used in "Tomb Raider." Shot .38's and .357 Magnums on the revolver and then .45 on the other gun. That was the one I couldn't handle. I couldn't hold onto it after it fired, it kicked back so much. So I only shot 2 bullets on that. The revolver was fun. My hands are freaking small, so it was kind of hard to get a good grip. I was a pretty good shot. Not bad. I got three shots right in the middle; the others were pretty consistent around that area and the upper half of the target. Guns are a lot louder than I thought they were, and now that I've actually seen some sizes of bullets right in front of me, I hope I never get shot. Dying in a fire and by bullets are ways in which I don't want to die. Ouchies.
I was hoping to write more this weekend than I did, but I couldn't concentrate with my head throbbing. Maybe I can this week. By the way, since NaNoWriMo is next month, there's other things that have stemmed from it, like blogging for a month. An entry every day. So I signed up to do that. Plus, in the spirit of writing, I'm going to shoot for writing at least 20,000 words in November. I was able to do it a couple of years ago; hopefully, I can do it again!