today could be interesting. have a seminar on subordination and speech acts, plus may make a discussion with a book club. but. it's. been. raining. for. 24. hours.

im happy about something but i dont know what it is.

tasty.

coffee. granola. minion stories.

most days start the same. I just wish that I could smoke in my office, like a real man.

peanut-butter cookies and cigarettes; phone call to my boy; shrink; nothing; nothing; taking pictures w/ the old school camera.
and it feels so empty, like nothing's happened.

what kind? I have the following:
- Smena 8m
- LC-A
- Holga 120 GCFN

what kind? I like the following:
- Girl Scout
- homemade
- bought at store

at the moment i only have one Kiev 4. i like it.
last year i badly wanted to get a Smena and it was really cheap, but only sold in one strange internet auction where i couldn't get an account.
you've got really neat cameras. are you happy with the results?

peanut-butter cookies :
made by myself, but the peanut-butter is kinda fake bulgarian shit i am concerned.

now i've had enough. there's a little nostradamus in my head saying
history is a bitch.

I am yet to develop a Holga film, since I just got it recently. Anyways, it's not an original Russian one, just a plastic Chinese copy.
The LC-A is fucking awesome, and probably my favourite one is surprisingly smena which is great for it's double (even triple) exposure possibility.

our camera collection would be massive. in every sense.


after my uncle passed away recently, my mother brought home a whole lot of old cameras (footage and still). I can't wait to have a play. I'm still yet to take any new 8mm.. Im so scared of fucking it up. There was a bunch of stuff with me as a bubbeh. So cute. The projector only half works though. I've no idea where to get it serviced. : /

i fucking hate drawing this fucking uninspiring bulshit.

Today kind of sucked. I got out and ran in the cold air last night and I've feel sick all day. And, the person I've been hanging with a lot seems unusually frigid today...shrug

Im sorry, Im just not in the mood. :(

It's not your fault. It's probably me. I'm a tool and whatnot and there's no food here.

My stomach pains make me irritable... I'm sorry. :( Yr not a tool. Do you want me to make you some muffins or cookies or something? I'll dress up (down) for you while I do it.

Sure. Muffins plz.

Actually, as soon as I posted my first thing, she magically became unfrigid and now it's time to rage and act a fool.

why?

'Rage' in our lingo means basically "to have a good time while listening to punk rock and/or generally causing small-to-medium amounts of mayhem" and it usually results in bruises and bitemarks.

sounds peachy.