War wounds

I love airsoft.

I love airsoft machine guns.

I love 400+ fps airsoft machine guns.

I love 400+fps airsoft machine guns at point blank (5ft) range.

I love airsoft.

I am actually not being sarcastic. Or facetious. I really do love airsoft. It is completely worth it. =D

Happy 16th Audrey!

Ouch.

Saturday, my family went to a contra dance. We danced for something like eight hours, and as you can see, made a hole through three layers of leather.

And yesterday my feet still hurt. I felt like such a wimp! Now, however, I am refreshed and ready to bounce off walls.

In this fantastic example of our camera's capabilities, perhaps you may be able to see Giles, my brother, and Audrey:

They are the blue blob close to the front and the tallish blob right next to that. I really do not like our camera. For a while, it would only take pictures in shades of blue. Then orange. Now blurry.

Found:

One Ophelia. Yup, I am back. Well, back online. I wasn't really gone, but Audrey was here and we were busy. In honor of her:

And I was suddenly, tragically struck with the thought that it is August, and I have less than a month before school starts. Maybe it was the rain that reminded me. Or perhaps it was starting my Writing about Books course I took this morning. Anyway, here's how I feel about the subject: Sick, by Shel Silverstein

'I cannot go to school today,

'Said little Peggy Ann McKay.'

I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more-that's seventeen,

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke-

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is...Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play! '