| Current mood: | contemplative |
hrm...
so. i went to the gun range today, the one on n. dale mabry. it was an interesting experience. i don't really know how i feel about it yet. i'm going to work soon. uhh. so they had us on a little rinky dink 22 at first, and it kept jamming so the guy was like. uhh. here let's find you a revolver, but cynthia didn't want the revolver, she wanted the regular kind. so they gave us a nicer 22... and that worked out fairly well. the guy said he has four daughters and they all know how to shoot. i told my dad what we wanted to do, and he was like yes, go for it, you need to learn it. he also wants the three of us to take a self defense course. heehee. i'd like to see Aaron being the guy that we get to beat up... hee. anyway. uhm. so we used up about 80 bullets. you get better after practice. so we fired between 3 and 5 yards, and the majority of the holes ended up in the middle. so that's good. although, they mostly ended up in the right half of the target, so we tried aiming left, and we still hit the right side. so wedonno what happened. hmm. it was cool, we'll go again sometime on a monday night because you don't have to pay the $10 to get in, you just pay for your goggles and earthingies, and the ammo and the gun rental.
my arms hurt.
i'm going to take a shower.
see ya.
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