A Day

Today was just a beautiful day. I woke up at home, and saw that it was probably going to be one of the last nice days we're going to have, and decided not to go back to the dorm. I told them I'd help them paint the kitchen later on if they took me to the park to shoot, and let me eat some real food. So we did that. I got to go off into the woods and do some shooting. Someone had left up these hunting targets, mooses and elk pictures on the hay bales. It kicked ass. I shot the antler on the elk, but for the most part got inside the target. So I'd say, for a year of not shooting, that's not half bad. I like to shoot in the course rather than on the practice field because it's more like the woods, and the cheaters with their compound bows are out on the field. I mean, really. If it folds up, locks drawn, and has a hole to look to line the shot, that aint shooting. Traditional all the way. My bow is a wooden recurve, doesn't fold, and to hold it drawn I have to keep it drawn with my hand anchored against my cheek. And I don't have any way to line the shot. I just have to look down the arrow. It's the way it should be. Everyone else are ninnies. (is ninnies? Is a ninny? I need an edit on that...)

Then we painted, and that was riotous amounts of fun. Honestly. I love painting. It's just so much fun, and I can see the kitchen all finished and looking awesome. It's great. Then mom made meat and pasta and omg it was the best food I've eaten in my life. And I got to play with my kittens, who are sad cause they were neutered. Min is sadder than Mort tho, and she's been hiding and cuddling up in hidey holes.

I am rejecting linear time and reverting to cosmic time.