i got my first shooting lesson last night. dad got out his .22 rifle and we set up paint cans and sooz and i took a crack at shooting them down. we weren't bad, but we were using a scope, mind you. anyhoo, it was fun fun fun. "i love shooting this thing!" "i am not a victim!!!"
this morning i got up around 10ish and then spent the next 2-3 hours learning how to change my brake pads with dad. we also changed my oil, etc. thank god my brakes don't squeal anymore.
after that i pretty much watched the olympics all day...just being lazy lying on the couch. man, those beach volleyball guys are damn sexy. tonight i will be glued to the tv because women's gymnastics is on. i don't know why i like watching this stuff. it just makes me feel even more out of shape. how depressing. seriously.