March 20

Sunday, March 20, 2011
11:23pm

Sitting here in the family room. Mom's snoring on the couch, and Carly is up in bed trying to get some sleep before having her wisdom teeth removed tomorrow. I want to go to bed, but my nails are wet. Writing this right now is merely something to do for entertainment until they are dry.

So... today... Dad woke me up to say that Mom had made breakfast. Score! In a rare moment, the four of us all sat down to homefries, kilbasa, biscuits, and eggs together. Dad went to bed soon after as he'd worked the midnight shift. I continued drinking coffee and screwing around online for awhile, just waiting for it to warm up. Went for a 5-mile run down at the park, came home, showered, and headed out to the Richies', where Isaiah taught me how to shoot two different automatics, a rifle, and a revolver. The revolver seems to be the best option for me. I really do want to purchase a home defense weapon. I know there are a lot of opinions floating around out there about how people should or shouldn't have guns in their homes, but basically, it's my right. I feel the people who are judging me for wanting this should take a step back and either think about why I might want a gun, or just... even better... leave me alone. Me being me, if I ever had to shoot someone, it would absolutely devastate me, even if it was done in self-defense. However, I don't think I deserve to die or endure an attack on the outside chance that someone would break into my home. Chances are if someone's breaking in, they're coming in armed. Also, I imagine myself as having kids someday, whether biological or adopted. If someone broke in and had my child, absolutely I'd want to have the ability to defend that child... or really anyone in my home in a dangerous situation. It's something I hope I never have to do, but in the event that it would, I want to be prepared because I would absolutely choose to protect the life of the victim as opposed to not "playing God" and just letting the perpetrator take an innocent life. Again, I'd never shoot that gun in an intent to kill unless it was imperative. I don't think guns are fun. I don't think guns are toys or cool, though I don't judge people who have fun shooting for target practice or hunting. I just do have the write to protect myself and my loved ones, and that's a right I feel like exercising. I was grateful to have a friend who knew a good bit about guns and who obviously takes safety very seriously to teach me.

Came back, put the food away I'd cooked earlier, and met up with Dad and Carly down at Pap-paw's and Mam-maw's. Lori came down, too, and we basically just hung out.

This evening Carly and I learned a couple routines off my ZIN DVD. I'm trying to get some choreography locked down over break here so that when I return my class will feel a little fresher hopefully. So that's been my day... running, guns, Zumba, visiting, and some drumming.