Thursday, December 30, 2004 .

DrawFront


i was book shopping mere hours before booking in last Sunday.
needed some decent reading material to sustain me through long hours at the rifle range.
things i noticed myself doing when i look for a book.
i ALWAYS go for a good cover.
i mean, who doesnt right? i'm just a firm believer in reading a good(-looking) book.
i saw this new print of High Fidelity.
the new cover is nice! very very nice.
it got old vinyl in cardboard boxes with tapes strewn around.
splendid stuff i tell you.


i was saying, most people get straight down to the blurb first right?
im like most people.
and when i see words like "political" "economical" "racial-tension" "post world-war 2" i just fling the Mo-Fo book back to where it came from.
bloody hell.
i dont go for fantasy, detective novels, Tom Clancy and his likes, stuff like that.
but then i dun get them alot in the LITERATURE section of Borders anyway.


im not attempting to sound artsy or in no way am i (that) shallow, but really, the above mentioned books dont go well with my coffee.


book shopping alone actually rocks.
get to take your own freaking time and do what you want.
no one in your space man.


if you have a pal or love-interest with similar reading interest, all the better to book-shop with.
unfortunately, i have neither.


INTER(STATE)MISSION




had a flu on sunday night which evolved into multiple illnesses the next day.
it hell wasnt a good time for that to happen.
but i went on with my shooting anyway.
i really couldnt concentrate so i decided to take a rest on tuesday.
wednesday, i was much much better.
went back to shooting.
i was really aiming to get my marksman badge.
really would've meant alot to me, cos i wanted to let my Dad know i could do it.
that i was capable of something not many people were.


and i was right.
i made it... ...in the trial test.
i thought, "hey...no biggie right? i did it for the trial, why not for the actual test."
so i went for the actual test, quite confident about it.
(i apologise in advance for my use of obscene language following shortly)
the mother-fucking rifle had to die on me during the actual shooting!!
i swear i almost smashed the rifle on the ground and stomped on it!!!
it died on me in the first set of shooting.
and again in the last set.
all-in-all, i didnt get to shoot 7 out of 28 rounds.
that's freaking significant considering i can only afford to miss 5 to get my badge.
fuck!
and i couldnt do anything about it.
no re-shoot. (that was the rule)
the fault didnt lie with me.
i cleaned my weapon. and this problem didnt surface in previous shoots.
but why then!
saying i was fucking pissed would be grossly understated.


that was to be a day i wouldnt forget.
not until i earn my badge next year anyway.



screaming infidelity at 8:33 PM
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