Saturday, November 11, 2006

today's the national youth team trials. i wouldn't be able to be on the team if i made the cut, since i'm not a citizen, but i went anyway.

i got there, rented a gun from the cute girl who didn't charge me extra for going overtime the last time i was there (if she was about a foot taller, she'd be hot). went inside, put the sight raiser on, added weights. then i realized my pants were still with coach, he was fixing the zip for me. coach found me another pair that fit me better though.

i was feeling kinda nervous; the last time i shot i'd shot beyond noob-like. plus my legs and part of my ass were still sore. but i thought fuck it, i'm still gonna shoot.

just my luck, the gun i was using didn't have dry fire. well, joy. everyone else is dry firing, i'm standing there lifting the gun up, pulling the trigger, then putting the gun down like a jackass. i let abel use the 700, since he tore his wrist muscle/got his ligament pulled out of place.

so there i was, using a 40-year-old safra rifle, without shooting shoes (they support your ankle and have more grip), using gecko pellets, while the saint pats guys behind me are all using korean suits, with aluminium rifles. sigh. this is what happens when the teacher in charge of your cca doesn't know shit about buying the right things. or if she's a bitch. but don't quote me on that.

anyway, i started shooting, my first 30 shots were very good. well, they were the best i shot so far. 288. then on my fourth series my sighting got fucked, big time. i aimed at a 10 and i hit a low 7. could've been the sights, could've been my poor footing (i was wearing my white converses, after a while they slide), i never figured out which. anyway, i got an 88, and a 94 and 91 after that. 561 total. it's still a big improvement if you count the whole thing or just the first 30 shots, but i know i could've done better.

when i went home, it wasn't raining. it was fucking storming. but i don't mind storms. they go well with jay chou songs on the bus.

9:01 PM N