A polaroid camera
and an indian shawl

I'm thinking pictures of them soon.

and wants you to visit.
[link]

this morning was terrible.
went into the darkroom with the pictures from last weekend, knowing that this was my best roll i have ever shot.
flipped the lights on after processing.
nothing.
zero.
a blank roll of film is staring back at me.
frustration.


anyways
hopefully i'll be able to re-create those shots again soon. the lighting was wonderful on some of them, i know it.
grr.

i feel great. i love having my birthday next to thanksgiving break; we celebrate it all week long.

i've been really lazy, though. i haven't worked on my drawing (my new ID, the black and white one) in a long time and i hope that i won't forget about it.

i'm thinking about graduating early. senior year seems like a waste, almost. you don't really do anything. i mean, i know that's supposed to be part of the perks of it, but personally i'd rather be doing something with my life.


i've been writing a little bit more. i haven't been typing my poetry at all, and that bothers me a little bit too



but life is good.
car=amazing
my birthday=great.
saxby's tonight.

but what happens if we disregard the memories?
i haven't typed this long in...so long.


i'm typing out my poetry book [somewhere around 40, 42 pages, and 16 of those are top to bottom words are filling up the whole page kind of thing.] you would probably understand if you saw it.

anyways
i'm procrastinating it
not that i don't like looking over the terrible things i wrote and felt last year
just that...it's a lot of work
that i want to do [not now.]
lazy?
yes.
i would rather be running.