Writing Stuff

I went shooting for the first time this weekend. Despite my love for firearms and shooting people (in video games, duh!) I had never actually made it out to a shooting range to rip holes in paper with flying chunks of lead. On Saturday morning I met with my Grandpa, Aunt, and Uncle at our local indoor shooting range to take a gun safety class. The class itself was really interesting and fun and lasted about an hour. I wasn't sure if we were going to actually shoot or if it was just a "classroom" class or whatever, but we wound up spending about 45 minutes shooting different guns after the class. It was a total blast. No pun intended. My first set was fantastic. I had awesome grouping all incredibly close to the bullseye, which was totally surprising. The range officers didn't believe that it was my first time, but I chocked it up to all of the video games that I play. Apparently it's given me better hand-eye coordination than I thought. I was fairly consistent wit...

Charlie (my dog) was freaking out the other day. He freaks out fairly often but a couple flicks on his butt usually snaps him out of it. This time was different, though, and he just kept lunging into the window barking like crazy. When I took a look outside I was surprised to see one, and then two coyotes roaming around my apartment complex. The first coyote seemed more interested in laying down and relaxing in the shade (it was really hot that date) and the second looked pretty scrawny and interested in moving on. I'm betting that they're having a hard time finding food and have resorted to hanging out during the day in hopes of snatching up someone's dog or cat that found its way outside or got out of reach of its owner. I felt bad for the coyotes, but took a few pictures. You can check them out on my Flickr set .

It's been absolutely forever since I've last blogged, but it hasn't been so long since I've thought about doing it. Once again, Twitter has consumed my blogging needs and even though I've been tweeting less, it still seems to fill my blogging needs... unfortunately. I love blogging. I love writing. Why wouldn't I do it more, then? I really don't know. I'd love to pursue a career in writing at some point in life but I haven't decided whether or not I want to be a "writer" or teach an English class in high school. The latter is definitely more appealing but I finally need to prioritize college if that's something I really want to do. Maybe I just need to open up more. I think too much about whether or not anyone would read or appreciate what I write. Chances are good that nobody does either, so what's the harm in doing it anyway? I guess I need to start writing for me and not everyone else.