Saturday, November 19, 2005

In the mood for a good old fashioned ramble.

RAMBLE: It's the God damn parents fault for letting their fucking kids play Grand Theft Auto. GTA is clearly rated Mature for a fucking reason and if a parent buys the game for their kid, then starts complaining about the fact that GTA is a bad influence...that's just fucking hypocrisy or something right there. And on the Hot Coffee scandal: THE MINI-GAME CAN ONLY BE ACCESSED IF YOU, THE USER, THE PLAYER, USE A CHEATING DEVICE OR DOWNLOAD A MOD FROM THE INTERNET! THERE'S NO OTHER WAY TO ACCESS THE MINI-GAME! IF YOUR KID IS PLAYING THE HOT COFFEE MINI-GAME(and really, your kid shouldn't be playing GTA anyway), IT'S NOT BECAUSE THERE'S A WAY TO ACCESS IT WITH THE GAME BY ITSELF...YOUR KID DOWNLOADED A FUCKING MOD SO HE/SHE COULD ACCESS THE MINI-GAME! I just want to bash in the skulls of those parents who buy Mature video games for their children and then blame the ESRB for their child becoming excessively violent. And yes, I'm a bit of a hypocrite for saying so, as my parents have been buying me and allowing me to play Mature games since I started playing video games...but it's a little different story in my case, because I'm intelligent enough to KNOW the difference between a video game and reality. I KNOW the reprecussions for enacting something you did in a video game. It's stupid and idiotic; frankly, anyone who thinks what they do in a Mature video game is acceptable to do in real life has some major mental issues or is completely incompetent. You would think that people would have more moral, ethics and common sense than to do that. I'm overly mature for my age. I've been through more things in my life already than adults that I know. I can handle certain situations better than adults that I know. However, maturity and level of intelligence should not be a factor in whether a kid playing a Mature game(something they should not be doing in the first place...idiot parents.) can distinguish right from wrong, can know that actions portrayed in video games are not always acceptable in the real world. Kids under seventeen years old should not be playing Mature games. I do, but I've already explained my situation. Parents should not be buying their under-seventeen-year-old-kids Mature video games. If a parent is offended and appalled by the content in a video game they bought for their child, why the hell did they buy it for them in the first place? If you're going to buy your child a video game, doesn't it stand to reason that you should, oh, I don't know...maybe do a little research on the game beforehand, if you're not all that video game savvy, especially? Just a thought. Or two. -Snagged from my LCN site...too lazy to remove coding tags. It's liveable. *scratches head* I'm tired. Think I might go to bed soon. (s'midnight right now.) Think I'm getting sick(er). My face is feeling a bit flushed... S'fucking cold outside and all I want it do is just snow... -Kayla

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Monday, November 7, 2005

Uncivil civility.

If ugly people are beautiful on the inside, does that mean beautiful people are ugly on the inside? You know those signs, "No Shirt. No Shoes. No service."? If you walked into the store without any pants on, would that be okay? Yeah. I'm bored. I finished Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory today. *cries* I thought I had more than one mission left to do! I thought I had like, three more at least...but no, I only had one left. Cool ending though. Loved the last mission. Sam is so sexy...when he's being tortured >> XD And any other time, as well. You know it's a cool ending when a Japanese admiral attempts seppuku XD It was funny, too. When he pulled out the sword, I just screamed out "SEPPUKU!" I knew exactly what he was going to do lol. -Kayla

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Sunday, November 6, 2005

It's only a little less of what you thought it was.

Good God, I love Robert Ludlum. *just finished The Bourne Ultimatum* <333 And only one or two of my favorite characteres died, haha. Gah. Speaking of my winning choices in favorite characters... Spoilers beyond for last nights Fullmetal Alchemist episode: NOOOO! GREED! WHY! WHY!!!! GREEEEEEEED! Other than the aforementioned death, there was another one that happened sometime recently, though I'm having trouble remembering who it was, heh. Let's see. Last week was Alexa's birthday party and so much stuff went on there I can't even remember it all. To name a few things at least: Discussion of devirginization. Playing of Whose Lind is it Anyway. Prank fucking phone calls(I'll go into details here in a moment, at least). Drawing contest. REHAB(not even going into it...). HOOKERS(don't ask. I had no part in it, though. I was the bodyguard =D). DIRTY TALKING WHILE IN A TUBE-LIKE STRUCTURE AT FUCKING BURGER KING. Yes. The latter was quite fun. It was very small in there and Alexa and I somehow both fit onto one of the ledges and started talking about so many sexually explicit things. Her younger brother sat on the ledge above us for a little while, and I asked him if he was a heterosexual. He said no. *snickers and moves on* Okay. The prank phone calls. We called just about everyone we could think of, using the phone book to get their numbers. Take note that we were doing this at around midnight. After the football game(which our school one. Whoo! But then...we lost this past Friday. ;_; If we could have won, we would have went to the regionals. Oh well. Fulton's gonna lose next week, as Lonnie says and when it comes to football, I trust Lonnie lol.) Key moments: "No, he's not here and don't you ever fucking call here again!" "Yeah?" "TACOS! *hang up*" "Is Cameron there?" "No." *hang up* "Is Cameron there?" "No." *hang up* "Is Cameron there?" "He's not going to be back for awhile." *hang up* "Is this Kayla?" "NO! *slams phone down*" Good fun. I wanna play Splinter Cell. Really bad. Only I don't have it with me, it's at home. At my mom's house... *sighs* God I want to play it so bad right now. You know what I love doing? Using words that I've never used before and I'm not real sure of the definition so I'll use them in a sentence, then look them up afterward and discover that I used the word correctly. Point and case: Convoluted and tangible. I was writing in Memory(you know that story I thought of from that one dream I had a reeeeaaaallllyyyy long time ago? Yeah.) and I was trying to think of a word for twisted, confusing, something along that line. Then convoluted popped into my head. Now, I've seen the word used and figured out its meaning via context clues, but I've never actually used it before and I wasn't sure if the context I was using it in was correct. So I finished up the sentence with convoluted in it and used WordPerfect's dictionary to get the meaning. I used it perfectly. It was just the word I needed and I used it correctly. A few minutes later, I typed in another word I'd never used before and wasn't sure I was using right. Tangible. And in the context I used it, it worked. Ms. Mott says I'm a good suspense writer. Well, she said this awhile ago, but I've only just now began to think about it. I don't even try to write suspensefully. It just happens. It comes naturally for me. All the suspenseful intrigue and...well, suspense. Some people have trouble writing suspense and I can't understand why because it comes so easily for me. And while on the subject of writing...heh. I'm on the verge of doing another rewrite of La Cosa Nostra. Nothing drastic. Just going back through it and tweaking the dialogue. How La Cosa Nostra's written now is just one of those little things that irks me. With La Cosa Nostra, I feel like I can do so much better. And I know I can. I just need to sit my ass down and get to it. I know my dialogue writing has evolved a lot since I started avidly writing in sixth grade...but some of the dialogue in La Cosa Nostra just makes me feel as if I've backtracked, lost progress instead of made progress. If I had to, I'd split up my stages of writing into four categories: sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade and high school. Sixth grade: the beginning of my writing obsession. I had some good ideas, spent quite a few nights up late just writing, technically, it was a great start for me. What I was writing was the best that I could write at that time. I was really just happy I could finally write something without constant sound effects(I went through this weird little phase in the fifth grade where whatever I wrote, I couldn't write it without adding stupid sound effects in it. I didn't want to write the sound effects, they just kind of wrote themselves and sounded pretty stupid, too. I can't explain it. Mostly stuff like splat, squish, squirt, etcetera.). Seventh grade: The summer beforehand was completely dedicated to writing and this helped to improve my writing to its next level. It still wasn't great, but for me, it was better than my best had been. I knew my writing wasn't great, that it paled in comparison to what professionals were writing...but it was phenominally better than my classmates writing. Progressing through seventh grade, my writing made more improvements, I had more ideas...I entered into about my ninth or tenth notebook. Killed off a major character in a horrible twist of fate...then did something that only I could fathom to have come up with... Yes. Seventh grade was inspirational. If I didn't have Xio there to read my story, give me feedback, ask me so many questions(mostly about the beginning of the story as she started somewhere in the middle.), I'm not sure where I'd be. Nowhere, I suppose. (© Kayla Neff 2005. "Nowhere, I suppose" is my copyrighted catchphrase...) Eighth grade: Thus begins the highlight of my road to a successful writing career. A drastic change in my writing happened over the summer and the challenges of eighth grade continued to improve and build upon it. My dialogue began to take on more shape. A new style of writing happened itself upon me. No longer did things sound juvenile, but were beginning to sound as mature as the story called for. Ideas were coming to me in droves and Xio began demanding that I write. And as all stories must end, thus did come the official ending of the main storyline of La Cosa Nostra. Ah, yes. Part 2 ended (literally) with a bang and Xio beat me up because of the horrible thing I did. Fuck happy endings. They're overrated anyway. And with the end came the beginning. The beginning of Part 3, the side stories and extras of La Cosa Nostra. After Story Extras, Into the Past, WSCNH(Would, Should and Could Never Happen). Wonderful. (I'll mention now...I'm very happy with all of the After Story Extras and Into the Pasts. The WSCNHs are just silly little extras and only there for comedic relief. I love them all, but I love ASE and ITP more.) High School: Maybe a long writing stinge over the summer helped me to consider my writing style and build upon it, change it and revamp it. I don't know. Something happened, though. Maybe all of the stress and annoyances gave me a new look on things and allowed me to change how I was doing things, how I was writing. Lord knows I matured even more this past summer than I ever have before. And I've always had more maturity than my peers...even people years and years older than me. And, of course, with my new, increased maturity comes my larger sense of immaturity. (The most immature mature person and dumbest smart person, that I am and therefore called.) So my mind's drowning itself in the gutter and my writing has this new flair to it that I really like. I feel as if I've come so far since sixth grade, that the things irking me about La Cosa Nostra, the things I find regressive in the writing, makes me fearful that I'm beginning to lose it. That all the progress I've made over the last few years has been for nothing and I'm slowly falling back down the steep slope of achievement, only to hit the bottom hard and break my back. And with this metaphorical back breaking comes the breaking of my spirit. Nothing's the same. I can't match what I used to write so recently and then my mind snaps and I can't take it. And another stint begins until I finally bring myself back, starting over. The road of improvement before me again. The steep slope to achievement at the end, years into the future. Because my writing style is maturing and changing, because I fear the regression I see in La Cosa Nostra, it must be changed. If not, I have a feeling I'll give it up all together. I'll finish the sequel, stack all of the notebooks in a box and place them into my closet, happy to have closed that chapter of my life. Glad to know that the story that shaped and reshaped my way of writing is finally finished. Nothing left to do but to work on more original works of fiction. La Cosa Nostra is a mix of my own twisted sense of fiction, of reality and the reality that Rockstar Games has created for us in the Grand Theft Auto franchise. The places remain the same near the beginning, but change as cities will do and must do as time goes on. There are names you may recognize but if you've come to La Cosa Nostra expecting the same personalities and traits of the characters they're modeled after, leave. Leave now. The story has progressed so much farther from what it was, the characters changed so dramatically that almost nothing remains of the original characters I modeled them after. Just the names. Only the names. Something had to give, and something did. It was never my intention to stay true to the characters they share names with. Because that's all it is. A sharing of names. Other than that...have fun picking through each character and finding phenominal similarities between them. I personally don't want to. La Cosa Nostra will be undergoing changes soon. Some dramatic. Some not. Mostly the horrid dialogue I feel I've written and the restructuring of paragraphs I'm not satisfied with. I'm overall disappointed with how most things are laid out and how they've been written. There are some things I love and that will not change. Unfortunately, I can't say what they are. That's ruin the surprise. Not to mention, no one other than myself has read the parts of the story I won't change. I'm not talking about the rough draft in my notebooks. Not about the second draft found on the nostalgia page of La Cosa Nostra's site. But the third draft of La Cosa Nostra, Part one, Chapter one, found on my laptop. With the fourth draft of La Cosa Nostra, part one, chapter one, will come a redesign of the La Cosa Nostra site. Kayla feels philosophical. Good day and good night. -Kayla

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

I want a 'I hate Jack Thompson' t-shirt!

You know, I had a long ass post all typed up...and then my computer CLOSED THE GODDAMN WINDOW! Recap: -JV Quiz Bowl Team A lost match. Team B won. Team B matches were not official. -On third time through MGS3. Trying not to kill anyone. Not sure if The Fear will count as a kill as he set off a trap that killed him. Up to The End with about four hours on the clock. -Language arts team won first competition. -Almost halfway through The Bourne Ultimatum. Addicted to it. -Denied Prison Break and Shino fanlistings. Were approved for someone else. Applied and approved for The Client and The Brethren, both by John Grisham. Applied for Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burrows fanlistings. Plan to apply for Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell fanlisting once I hear back on Scofield and Burrows fanlistings and finish The Client and The Brethren fanlistings. -Have a strange fascination with disliked and creepy characters(Volgin, T-Bag, etc.). -Mom's pregnant. Went to the ultrasound with her and Lonnie on Wednesday(its the second or third one). It's a girl. No one can decide on a name. Mom and I like Grace, Lonnie doesn't. Lonnie and Mom like Christy or Catharine and I don't(and I mean, I have just as much authority over the name as they do. I have to live with having said child named that as my sibling). I hate fucking kids. Can't fucking stand fucking kids. Don't give me any "Oh, congratulations on becoming a big sister!". You do, you fucking die. Fucking kids. FUCKING LOATHE THEM. ABHOR THEM. "Hate is a strong word, but loathe is stronger." -Myself to Ms. Mott over classmate saying something about hating someone else. -I need a bed. I'm sleeping on a God damn mat/cushion right now. I'm basically on the floor and my cold isn't getting any better because of it. Not to mention the cushion is all sunk in from where I sleep on it and it's giving me all kinds of back and neck problems. I had a stiff neck and should this past Wednesday(same day I went to that ultrasound). -Finally got my pictures back. See me and my deer here. -Working on chapter three of my MGS fanfic, "In the Debris". I'm hoping it will be the longest I've written yet. The last one was short whereas the two before it were much longer. Here's a teaser for anyone who reads it: There was a knock at the door. “Jack,” Para-Medic’s voice rang out. Jack continued packing. “What is it?” he growled while disassembling his revolver. “Can I come in?” He lifted his pack up, testing its weight. “Why?” Para-Medic sighed, irritation arising within her over Jack’s tone. “For your check-up, Jack.” “It’s open.” The door silently swung in and Para-Medic stepped over the threshold. “All of your medical supplies packed? We wouldn’t want you getting hurt with no way to treat the injury.” Big Boss didn’t reply. He slowly stood and turned to face the brunette. Para-Medic made her way around the bed and examined Jack’s exposed chest, the injuries from almost two weeks ago nearly healed. “Take off your pants.” Smirking, Jack slowly undid his belt. “What? Going to strip search me for contraband?” Para-Medic laughed and shook her head. She ran her fingers over fresh bandages wrapped around Jack’s right thigh. He stiffened in pain, inwardly groaning. “It’s still swollen . . . Jack — ” “I’m fine, Para-Medic.” A skeptical look crossed Para-Medic’s face, but passed almost as soon as it had come. “If you say so, Jack.” She stood and smiled. “All done. You’re good to go.” “Thanks,” he muttered, pulling his pants back up as Para-Medic left the room. --- Almost an entire page from it, but that's okay. I'm hoping that the chapter will end up at about fifteen to twenty pages near its end, so what's one page, huh? It's almost at seven pages right now. Mmm. Pickles. -DDG

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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Slim f***ing Slim Jim. Chow, f***ing chow-de-dow.

Birthday loot(complete) list: Fullmetal Alchemist volume 1 DVD Model manga volume 1 Saiyuki: Reload manga volume 1 Gym bag with a panda on it =D Sin City DVD Left Behind: The Kids by Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim LaHaye Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six for Playstation Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory for Playstation 2 Metal Gear Solid: VR Missions for Playstation Metal Gear Solid for Playstation $20 from my Papa $20 from Grandpa Richard and Deb $9 from Lonnie $5 from Grandma and Grandpa Barz $5 from Blaike's grandma and grandpa Birthday loot! =D Yep. And today's another day where I don't feel like typing anything else. Yep. (BTW, I know too many fricking people with September birthdays. Josie(the 4th), Brittanie(the 19th), myself(the 14th), Lauren[friend from school](the 17th), my aunt Rebecca(the 19th), my aunt Gloria(the 19th), Lonnie(the 16th), Ethan(the 8th), Christine[girl in my Social Studies 1 class](the 20th), Annie(the 20th, along with Corey and WW2). ...and I used to know more, but they were of people who I was friends with a long time ago and lost contact with... ... Right. Anyway... Toodles. -DDG

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Monday, September 19, 2005

Mad l33t pimp soccer skillz

I've only got about an hour online and it's 10:18 PM...so I really don't think it's worth typing up a long ass post at least until tomorrow. I really do need to type up a nice, long post, though. Soon, anyway. Before I start forgetting everything that's happened since the eleventh. I will mention for right now my birthday gifts: Fullmetal Alchemist volume 1(DVD) Model volume 1(manga) $39($5 used to pay off class dues, $29 and some of my mom's money used to buy Saiyuki: Reload and Fullmetal Alchemist. The other five my mom now owes me because she used it today >=O) Saiyuki: Reload volume 1(manga) There's still more to come, too. I haven't been over to my dad's to get my gifts from him yet and I know Bridget(from my soccer team last year) said she put a gift in my dad's mailbox. Well, I'm off to do other things. -DDG

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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Oh hell yes.

That's right bitches and all you bitchettes out there: I passed hunter's safety. The test was so God damn easy..well, to me, anyway. Fifty questions, multiple choice and I knew all of them except for one or two. I am so God damn happy and in three days time I can legally hunt with a rifle. Quiz answers: 1. What are the three most important parts of a gun? Barrel, stock, and action. 2. What is the most important rule when handling a gun? Safety, safety, safety! Always be safe with your gun! 3. Where should your gun be facing at all times? In a safe direction. 4. Who are the safest hunters? Hunters fresh out of hunter's safety.(Everything is still fresh in their minds) 5. Who are the most dangerous hunters? Hunters fresh out of hunter's safety. (No experience) 6. If a deer is standing on top of a hill, should you shoot it? No. Always check your surroundings; if the deer is on top of the hill, you have no way of knowing what's behind it. 7. What should you always ask before taking a gun from another person? Is the safety on? Is it unloaded? (Always have them open the action to show that it is indeed unloaded) 8. What should always be on when a gun is not in use? The safety. 9. Is the safety on a gun foolproof? No. The safety on a gun is a mechanical device that may fail. 10. And finally, what is the best safety? Yourself. You are the best safety. Baron: Haha. Good one. 1 point, just for that. Mor2009: Actually, it'd be better not to have it facing at the head, because the head is harder to shoot. Pyrinsomniac: I'll give you 6 points for that. A lot of what you said definitely can answer the questions. Let's see. The most notable thing I did today was shoot three out of five clay pidgeons with a 20 gauge. Well, other then get my certificate. And I finally know what kind of guns I have now(I was talking to my dad about it while I was typing this up). I have a .22 and a 30-30. He says he has a 6 millimeter that would be better for me to use than the 30-30 for this first year, but that if Lonnie has a smaller gun than that I should use Lonnie's. Lonnie was apparently really proud of me. My mom when she picked me up said that he had came home and was all bragging and whatnot. I think he left right around the time the DNR officer started talking to us all about hunting laws and stuff. I think he was more or less wandering around mostly while I was out shooting and stuff, but he was usually at whatever station I happened to be at eventually. Heh. When I told him how many clay pidgeons I shot he said, "I don't think I could hit that many. Guess if we ever go bird hunting I'll leave all the shooting to you." There was something I meant to say yesterday but didn't...and now I can't remember... *shrugs* Oh well. I'll write it down next time I guess. =\ Naruto was good, not the greatest, but good. I didn't like the name pronounciations, but, I haven't seen the Japanese version or anything so I guess I really don't know how they're pronounced. If you didn't end up watching it: Naruto was pronounced: Nah-roo-toe Sasuke was pronounced: Saws-kay Sakura was pronounced: Sah-koo-rah If you've watched the Japanese version(or the sub, whatever works), would mind telling me how their names are pronounced or if they've been pronounced correctly? That'd be great. And is Hokage pronounced hoe-kah-gay? I've always pronounced it hoe-kedge(kedge as in ledge or edge) because it sounds better that way... Oh, I remember one thing I wanted to mention yesterday: How come the characters I like in books(or movies, video games, cartoons, etc.) always have to DIE? Why? Why? (spoilers abound, using a different color so just highlight to read) Take The Langoliers, a short story by Stephen King. My favorite characters were Craig Toomy and Nick Hopewell. Guess what? They BOTH DIED! Take Secret Window, Secret Garden, my favorite characters: Morton Rainey and John Shooter. Guess what? Mort was Shooter and in the end they both died! The Bourne Legacy. Awesome book right? My favorite characters: Alex Conklin(Conklin just rocks my socks, man.) and Khan. Now, Alex Conklin really didn't get much page space in The Bourne Legacy, but he still got murdered. Khan did not die, thank God. But he almost did...a few times. And last but not least, the Harry Potter series. Favorite characters: Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, Tom Marvolo Riddle Now, lets go through the list: Sirius Black - Dead Severus Snape - Undoubtedly gonna die(you KNOW she's gonna do it) Remus Lupin - Gonna die(Ferir's gonna get 'im) Draco Malfoy - Up for debate. I'm not sure whether or not I think he's going to die. Tom Marvolo Riddle - In technicality, he is dead. In non-technicality, he's going to die. *sighs* Cheerio. -DDG PS: Lest we forget- four years ago on this day the United States of America was struck with a great tragedy. Today is the day we must honor all those who died and we must never forget what happened. Only in our memory and in our hearts can those who have left us live on. As long as we never forget the tragedy that took place, the terrorist will never win. Thank you.

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Saturday, September 10, 2005

Ah, smell the smell of sweet, sweet black powder.

Today was the first day of hunter's safety. Tomorrow's the second and last day. I had fun. Well, the second half of the day anyway. The first half was just explaining all about how to safely carry a gun and store it and what to do and not to do blah blah blah. Nothing that I didn't read in the Hunter's Education Manual. It started at 8 AM and went until 12:15, then we had lunch for about forty-five minutes. I hung out with some people I knew from Vestaburg. We cracked a lot of jokes like if you could hit and kill someone with a bow in Saginaw, then there's no way you couldn't kill them with a fricking gun. ("Yeah, you'll be leaning out the window of a three storey building, pull the string back and TWANG! off goes their head!") I almost fell asleep a few times while they were talking about bow safety. Couldn't keep my eyes open half the time... After lunch anyway, we were divided into five different groups(I was in group five) and sent off to different areas. The first station we were at was the first aid one. We learned mostly about how hypothermia is a big danger while you're hunting and to look for the signs of it and how to avoid getting it. Frostbite, gunshots wounds, cuts, back injuries and whatnot were a few other things we discussed. Next we headed over to the archery range, learned a little about how to shoot the bows and then lined up. We got to shoot three arrows per turn and had about five or so turns before we had to leave. I hit the heart and lungs on the target two or three times but really didn't get any other kill shots(a few leg hits, shoulder and breast and one or two that barely missed the deer). Next was the shotgun range. The group was split up a bit at that point. Half of us went down to learn how to clean a shotgun or any other kind of gun while the other half shot at clay pidgeons. I was in the group that went to watch the guns get cleaned first. Nothing interesting to talk about for that really. We got to shoot five times at the clay pidgeons and I hit one of them.(I need more practice with the shotgun) Then we headed over to the rifle range and had some instruction on how to operate them. We were given ten bullets and a target to shoot at. All ten of my bullets hit the target, with five of them in the black, two in the white, two outside the target circle, and one in the bullseye. Next was learning about how to climb over a fence when you're hunting. I already knew how to do it from reading the Hunter's Education Manual, but only one person got to try because we were running low on time. The muzzleloader range was last. Learned about how to load a muzzleloader(it takes a minute or two) and such. We got to shoot twice; once after one of the instructor's showed us how to load the gun and gave it to us to shoot and then the last time after we demonstrated to them that we knew how to load it. I'm not sure where I hit on the target with the muzzleloader; mostly because I can't remember which target I aimed at and people were sharing targets anyway. (One girl I was talking to said she was just claiming all nine shots on the three targets we could aim at, saying that if it really came down to it she was going to say she shot the one's that were right on the edge of the bullseye. I laughed.) And then the day was done. It was 5 PM, hot as hell and my feet were sore so I was glad to be getting out of there. So, today I ended up shooting a 16 gauge shotgun(semiautomatic), .22 rifle(bolt-action), .50 caliber muzzleloader and a compound bow. (The only actions on a gun I haven't shot with are lever and break now) Mmm. With hunter's safety today everything else from the week has kind of been forced out of my mind. I don't really feel like saying anything about school anyway *shrugs* S'not worth it, really. Kayla's quiz of hunter safety: 1. What are the three most important parts of a gun? 2. What is the most important rule when handling a gun? 3. Where should your gun be facing at all times? 4. Who are the safest hunters? 5. Who are the most dangerous hunters? 6. If a deer is standing on top of a hill, should you shoot it? 7. What should you always ask before taking a gun from another person? 8. What should always be on when a gun is not in use? 9. Is the safety on a gun foolproof? 10. And finally, what is the best safety? Take it if you want. Leave your answers in the comment box. Don't cheat; if you really don't know then just say you don't. I'll post the answers as soon as I can or give them to Xio and have her post them for me. By the way, I have sub-chapter V of La Cosa Nostra all ready to go and stuff(HTML is all in its place), it's just that it's on my laptop(which is not with me at the moment. I'm at my dad's house until ten). I'll put it on my files CD and get it up next weekend. Ta-ta. -DDG Naruto: EPISODE 1 AND 2, TONIGHT AT 9:00 AND 9:30 PM, REPEATED AT 10:00 AND 10:30 PM, AS WELL AS SEVEN TIMES THROUGHOUT THE NEXT WEEK! DON'T MISS IT! Oh, and my birthday is in four days. ^_^

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Monday, August 29, 2005

'Start it up.' 'No.' 'Start it up.' 'No.' 'Start it up.' 'I DONT KNOW HOW!'

It's sad how amusing a Hot Wheels Racing steering wheel thing can be. Hours and hours of fun(as long as you have a friend anyway >=P) I don't think I've ever had such a great week =D Take last week, um, Wednesday or something like that. BEST DAY EVER. Wanna know why? Yeah, I thought so. Lonnie taught me the basics of gun safety >=D And how to properly shoot a .22 rifle and a 20 gauge shotgun. =D He also showed me how to shoot his 22 Swift, but I didn't feel like shooting that one quite yet(whereas I shot the .22 and the 20 gauge quite a bit). Hunter's safety classes are the 10th and 11th of September. Lonnie gave me a hunter's safety manual to study. *sighs* And I've already memorized the more than most people probably should. I know the five types actions by heart, too =D Break, bolt, semiautomatic, lever, and pump. My mom said that Lonnie said I did better than he thought I would. >=D Showed him right. He even said to me before he started teaching me how to shoot, "I can't believe I'm going to teach a girl how to shoot." >=O I didn't say anything back. I just smirked at him. I've got a bit of a weave when aiming, but that's normal. A bit of a weave, but it's consistent at least(the bullets usually hit right around 12 o' clock). I'm so proud of myself. I hit the bullseye. Once. And came close a few other times. And it's fun shooting pop cans with a shotgun. "You know you're from Michigan when you drink pop and bake with soda." First day of class was pretty fun today. Albeit boring, but that's how the first day of class always is. The new gym teacher is sexy XD The only class I don't share with either Alexa, Xio or Travis is English 1, but there are plenty of other people I can hang out with there. I can't wait until the sexual education unit in PE/Health. I love making sick comments during those kinds of lessons; especially since, I mean, really, if I'm speaking about the anatomy of the human body, I can't get in trouble for it =P Xio has problems. *smacks her once, twice, and three times* *then once again for good measure* (Xio: I apologize for anything and everything in advance. Damn my subconscious.) While she was in Tennessee, she had a dream. About Solid Snake from Metal Gear Solid. And Raiden, the pansy, from Metal Gear Solid 2. AND THEY WERE DOIN' IT! *throws up* (Xio: I never liked it! Really!) (Kayla: Yeah, right. Then why did you dream it?!) (Xio: I hate you.) (Kayla: =P) And apparently, the rest of it was Fahrenheit 451 meets Menard's Christmas display meets Zelda. What. The. Fuck. *shakes head* *sighs* *smacks Xio again* And while on the subject of dreams... ...she had a dream about Snape. In a muggle grocery store. Buying (and this is the exact kind of cheese he was buying): Kraft shredded colby cheese. Apparently, Hogwarts doesn't have good cheese. Sneaky, sneaky Shy. ;) I'm not gonna say anymore(*hint hint* *wink wink*Read the Legionnaires Underground for details*wink wink* *hint hint*). -DDG

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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Tell him again. Maybe slow it down for him.

*thwaps Shin* >=O -DDG

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