Saturday, March 26, 2011

My Crap Rifle

Oh CRAP March is almost over. I think I'm gonna scream. Oh hey did I tell you guys about that piece of crap rifle I bought? If no, I bought this magnum research Magnumlite 22. lr that was supposed to be the most high end 22. you can buy...almost... but it turned out to be A demon's tird.

If I thought it was capable of working properly I would have, in my anger, shot myself with it already, but I know that it would be pointless because the probability of something actually coming out of the barrel when you pull the trigger is as good as releasing a chimpanzee into a cage with a wounded puppy and expecting him not to eat it.

So guys if you are interested in purchasing the most disappointing piece of crap in the universe, I am gladly willing to trade it to you for a paper cup filled to the brim with maggots swimming in the week-old diarrhea of a sick rhinoceros.

Although I have found the gun to be completely useless, I am hoping that if I don't tell the dealers that I think something is wrong with it, they may gladly return to me at least half of the money that I payed for it, which was originally $700.

I do hope to purchase a much better carbine in the near future. The model I'm looking at now is the "Taurus Circuit Judge" Which is a combination of a 410. gauge shotgun and a 45. long colt rifle. It is a revolver carbine and it has a rugged design. The gun itself is built to last, and because it's two guns in one, I can go varmint hunting, and maybe large game hunting as well.

I am excited to see what I can get out of my crap 22. and if it'll be enough to put towards a purchase of my carbine.



-Tully

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Nobody's Fool

So lately I've been working on a project with my brother. We're building sort of a man cave/bedroom. It's in one of the shops we have out back. I'm pretty excited about it and thought I'd share it with you guys.

Also I've been been chatting with I girl I met from Russia. I saw her profile pic on facebook and requested her. So far through our conversations I've found that she is very sweet and I do enjoy talking to her. It does get rather lonely around here so a little conversation with a new friend is great.

I've also been thinking lately about something I barely ever think about. I think I'd like to start dating. It might just be a passive feeling because I've really never thought too much about it. I am gonna be 18 this year so dating indeed is in the near future for me.

Well, I'm sorry but I really can't think of anything else to say. I promise you people longer posts in the future.

-Tully

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Paintball Paladin

So things have been pretty OK lately. Mostly I've just been chilling out. Today I decided to beat the boredom by inviting a good buddy of mine over to paintball for awhile.

One thing about paintball is you spend more time talking about paintball than actually doing it even when you're suited up and ready. Even when we finally decided to play, we only did one game and we stopped when my buddy ran out of paint.

Despite ending our game prematurely, the fun of the day had just begun. I had been previously notified by my brother that I would have to go through "initiation". Basically initiation is when a noob to paintball runs in front of several guys while they shoot him until he runs to a certain goal.

I wasn't exactly in favor of this but I wasn't going to let the guys think ill of me because they had all supposedly done it before. To assure the present company that I wasn't a wuss I accepted my fate while shaking in my boots.

Before I started running I wasn't too freaked out. I'd never exactly been shot by a paintball gun very close let alone three guns firing mercilessly at the same time so I didn't know what to expect.

I can't remember a time when I'd felt that much pain at one time in my whole life. I felt every shot even after I was pumped with adrenaline. My Buddy James was toting a Tippman A-5 which is an extremely high-powered gun. Earlier in the day I'd witnessed him shooting holes in a thick plastic bucket.

A you can imagine I have quite a few welts on various parts of my body. I knew when I was being hit my James because he always aims for my ass.

Well, that's what happened today. Hope you enjoyed reading it.

-Tully

Friday, March 4, 2011

Everything I touch dies...

Well, it's finally March. This has to be one of my favorite months with it being the beginning of Spring. Nice weather is very important to me. If the day is overcast or rainy I feel uneasy. If it's sunny I'm happy.

I like being outside but I only truly enjoy it when it's a nice day. I hate the rain because being cold and wet just isn't my cup of tea.

Another reason I like Spring is that fact that spring break is coming up. What youth doesn't love a week of no school? If you don't then I'd have to assume that you're the type of person that scowls on sunny days and eats puppies.

March is also the month of ST. Patrick's day. That is one of my favorite holidays. I'm mostly Irish so it's a good time for me. I just get a good feeling that day. It makes me happy and gives me a good excuse to pig out on corned beef and cabbage.

So recently I've been checking out my facebook page hoping to see some notifications. Every time I go on I don't see anything. I suppose I'm not exactly the type of person people feel the need to contact.

I also don't blame them. I don't tend to make a very big impression when I'm out amongst people. I used to have quite a few friends but I really don't have very many any more. I suppose I have a few that live in Idaho but other than that I'm without company.

Having brothers and a sister can be nice most of the time but they aren't always that uplifting towards me. By that I mean they enjoy mocking and making a fool out of me. But I suppose I'm no different towards them.

Being apart from civilization has kind of taken it's toll on me. I'm pretty messed up in the head by now and I can't really hold an intelligent conversation. I'm very socially awkward.

Oh well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what becomes of me. I can pretty much only hope that I don't turn out to be an awkward adult. It's sort of looking that way right now...

-Tully