Hello dearies, guess where I am going today on this fine March morning? That's right, the shooting range.

Usually I'm not the type of person who believes in gun rights, but there is just something alluring about guns. Lately, I've been perusing Wikipedia, and looking researching various types of guns, from the peashooters to the rocket-propelled grenades, and...wow. There is something mysteriously orgasmic about guns, and I'm about to figure just what is so amazing about a piece of hollow metal that shoots another piece of metal out the end of it.

My dad is making me pay the $30 for ammo, but he's paying for the line. Who knows, maybe I'll end up being some sort of prodigy and end up shooting the target in the middle the whole time! Hashem only knows...

But before I go to the shooting range, I'm gonna go somewhere to eat. Seriously, this house has NO food at all. I feel like I'm living in a refugee camp. This morning I was looking forward to enjoying a nice bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats (with strawberrys! ZOMFG!) but when I poured the milk onto those glorious flakes, I realized that milk is not supposed to have chunks. Fucking sick.

So yeah, at three o'clock I have to go to work at the movie theater, where I am a "popcorn techinician". Yeah, doesn't that make me sound so important? I take pride in knowing that I can put just the right amount of butter on the popcorn to make it lethal but not soak into the bag.

When I get off at six, I might see "300" with Nick. Oh, Nick. Such a hottie. So deep. So...cool! I really want to go to Formal with him, so maybe I'll ask him when the movie is over. But I'll have to be careful, because there are many other girls who have their eyes on him, so I'll have to be swift.

Wish me luck, everyone!

~ michelle