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"If He Did, He Would Break Your Heart..."
Mar. 29th, 2008 11:00 pmThe bevy of fascinating things I did to-day includes: sleeping until twelve, putting in a full school day, going on an illegal salvage mission*, shooting target**, and falling fast asleep over my history book, which, considering that I slept until twelve, says something about my history book***.
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*by which I mean scavenging all the scrap metal that we got in the flood. It's washed up around the trees all down by the creek, sometimes up in them, and we got about twenty pounds of mattress springs, twenty pounds of iron gutters, a bathtub curtain rod, an iron spike some four foot long, and a stepping stone for the garden that's only missing half its shiny pieces. It's a hummingbird! There's also a lot of scrap metal that's too rusted through to be any good; but a considerable quantity of sellable material! So, win. I felt JUST like Kaylee, though, especially as I was wearing my Kaylee overalls. ^___^
**not very well. I am not meant to learn to shoot, clearly, if to-day is any indication. I fired off twenty-five shots, and the first five missed the target completely; then five too high, and fifteen within the target but none in the centre. Maria got about six through the centre, for comparison. Oh, and you should have seen the horses run when we fired! We weren't anywhere near them, but they took off like we were shooting right into them.
***or about me. But oh, lord! I hate the Industrial Revolution.
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*by which I mean scavenging all the scrap metal that we got in the flood. It's washed up around the trees all down by the creek, sometimes up in them, and we got about twenty pounds of mattress springs, twenty pounds of iron gutters, a bathtub curtain rod, an iron spike some four foot long, and a stepping stone for the garden that's only missing half its shiny pieces. It's a hummingbird! There's also a lot of scrap metal that's too rusted through to be any good; but a considerable quantity of sellable material! So, win. I felt JUST like Kaylee, though, especially as I was wearing my Kaylee overalls. ^___^
**not very well. I am not meant to learn to shoot, clearly, if to-day is any indication. I fired off twenty-five shots, and the first five missed the target completely; then five too high, and fifteen within the target but none in the centre. Maria got about six through the centre, for comparison. Oh, and you should have seen the horses run when we fired! We weren't anywhere near them, but they took off like we were shooting right into them.
***or about me. But oh, lord! I hate the Industrial Revolution.
