Dear Boss,
I've never wanted to fire a gun. I think they are gross, disgusting, violent weapons of mass destruction.
That is, until I found out I'm one hell of a shot.
My brother got a bb gun (did I spell that right??) for his birthday, so my grandpa was showing him how to fire it, stuck a target and a few cans fifty or so feet back and asked my bro to fire it. He kept hitting snow, hit the edge of the target, then stopped off. I made fun of him (naturally) saying I was going to take away his man card. He said I could do it.
I took the gun.
Well, we took turns. I hit the target, shot two times, missed once, hit the edge another time. When my grandpa told me to close one eye, I stared aiming for the cans.
I hit the first one I shot at. My grandpa just kinda stares at me, considering 'Imma girl and all' and so I proceed to knock of every can. I missed a few times, but after knocking them all down, I eventually got them all in a row. My grandparent's now fondly refer to me as Annie Oakly.
My brother still couldn't shoot, and I told him I was better than him, and I now own his man card.
"I'm better than you!!"
Me-Anything you can do I can do better....
ANNIE GET YOUR GUN REFERENCE!!
Which is funny, because my grandma goes when I walk in. "Well, if they ever make a musical about Annie Oakly, you could be Annie."
Me-*stare*
The highschool did it a few years ago though, and I doubt Mrs. Adams would redo it so soon. :(
I now just shoot it to bug my brother. I will never shoot an animal, maybe just an annoying person.
I KID.
My mom, meanwhile, asks me where I get all my built up rage from. We had a very emotional conversation. She literally asked me what was wrong, and when I didn't reply, she goes,"Well, are you going to tell me?"
I totally had an opening to tell her everything, and didn't.
Well, we were driving, and she had to get to work. Kinda a bad time to say,"Hey mom, I've been suicidal for seven years now. *derp*"
Better to be suicidal than dead in a car crash....
Fine now, though. *derp*
...I honestly, when she said that, was thinking past the suicide and trying to figure out what was really wrong. I honestly don't know. I'm really, really worried it's some psychological.
Not gonna get deep tonight, I have auditions tomorrow. Derp.
PART OF THAT WOOOORRRLLLDDDDDDD.
Gonna go read IB and see what Nessa has planned.
And probably jam out to Annie Get Your Gun later.
-MEG
I've never wanted to fire a gun. I think they are gross, disgusting, violent weapons of mass destruction.
That is, until I found out I'm one hell of a shot.
My brother got a bb gun (did I spell that right??) for his birthday, so my grandpa was showing him how to fire it, stuck a target and a few cans fifty or so feet back and asked my bro to fire it. He kept hitting snow, hit the edge of the target, then stopped off. I made fun of him (naturally) saying I was going to take away his man card. He said I could do it.
I took the gun.
Well, we took turns. I hit the target, shot two times, missed once, hit the edge another time. When my grandpa told me to close one eye, I stared aiming for the cans.
I hit the first one I shot at. My grandpa just kinda stares at me, considering 'Imma girl and all' and so I proceed to knock of every can. I missed a few times, but after knocking them all down, I eventually got them all in a row. My grandparent's now fondly refer to me as Annie Oakly.
My brother still couldn't shoot, and I told him I was better than him, and I now own his man card.
"I'm better than you!!"
Me-Anything you can do I can do better....
ANNIE GET YOUR GUN REFERENCE!!
Which is funny, because my grandma goes when I walk in. "Well, if they ever make a musical about Annie Oakly, you could be Annie."
Me-*stare*
The highschool did it a few years ago though, and I doubt Mrs. Adams would redo it so soon. :(
I now just shoot it to bug my brother. I will never shoot an animal, maybe just an annoying person.
I KID.
My mom, meanwhile, asks me where I get all my built up rage from. We had a very emotional conversation. She literally asked me what was wrong, and when I didn't reply, she goes,"Well, are you going to tell me?"
I totally had an opening to tell her everything, and didn't.
Well, we were driving, and she had to get to work. Kinda a bad time to say,"Hey mom, I've been suicidal for seven years now. *derp*"
Better to be suicidal than dead in a car crash....
Fine now, though. *derp*
...I honestly, when she said that, was thinking past the suicide and trying to figure out what was really wrong. I honestly don't know. I'm really, really worried it's some psychological.
Not gonna get deep tonight, I have auditions tomorrow. Derp.
PART OF THAT WOOOORRRLLLDDDDDDD.
Gonna go read IB and see what Nessa has planned.
And probably jam out to Annie Get Your Gun later.
-MEG
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