You all know the old saying. "Third time's a charm." Well, I"ve pretty much got the proof that that is false. Here's why. A bunch of my friends and I are into Airsoft, for any of you that don't know what this is, it's where we shoot these plastic bb's at each other out of these spring loaded guns(and yes, we do where safety googles) But anyways, whenever we can get a bunch of guys together we all go to either a place outside of O'Neill called Fitchland, or else come out to my place. Anyways, The first time we did it, it rained. "We were like no big deal. Won't happen again." Then the second time we got together. It rained. Again. Then just this last monday, after it hadn't rained for like a month or more, we got together again, and guess what happened. It rained. So it either means were cursed and God is trying to tell us to not do this again because it's raining. Or else he's trying to tell to keep doing it. Because he makes it rain whenever we do it. But anyways, now that we're 3 for 3 on the airsoft war/rain ratio, my dad pretty much told me I can do it more often so I'll probably take him up on that.

But anyways, something else that stinks even more than the fact it's rained everytime we've gone airsofting, is that the date that our house is supposed to be moved out here was for some reason or other pushed from August 2 to the 17. About the worst part was the fact that they didn't even tell us anything about it. That is until my dad called them the day before we were expecting it, to talk to them about details, then they decided to tell us. We haven't found out the reason why somebody changed the date. So anyways, right now it doesn't look like we're going to make my goal of getting moved into the new house by the time school starts.(We start on the 21, though like that's even important.) But's anyways, tis all for now.