24 December, 1999

Pretty freaking boring day.  I did manage to screw things up with Laurie though!
Actually it wasn't that boring. Our ward's priest group went Trap and Skeet shooting this morning.  As much as I hate guns and the fact that my family owns three, it was pretty fun to powder a clay pigeon.  Kinda like Duck Hunt on the Nintendo my parents would never buy me.  Plus I got to shoot a Colt .45; pretty scary but the feeling of power was quite overwhelming.  Needless to say, I'm confused about my new status on gun-control, so I'll just stick with the old one: NOBODY SHOULD OWN A HANDGUN!
Next up?  I took my Titus down to the shop to do some maintainance.  Pretty boring, but when I got home, I was trialsin around my driveway when my rear Hugi hub decided to strip out completely.  That's no good as new hubs run about $190 on the shelf.  I don't have $190.  Hopefully I can get a new freewheel device for under $60.  Otherwise, deeper into debt I go.
About Laurie: I guess things are okay now.  I wrote her some e-mail a minute ago trying to be all nice and stuff because I feel like a real jerk, so I guess I'll get to wait and see how things develop.  Here's more or less what happened:
I read her journal entry about that dude at the ski resort.  Her account of the event wasn't entirely complete, but I jumped to a lot of stupid conclusions and wrote (I guess) some macho-istic stuff in my entry last night.  Laurie freaked out, understandably, and wrote me back some letter that explained, in certain terms, that I have no right to say how she should be living her life.
So I think I'm screwed, but we'll see I guess.