Day 4- Meet the Fockers...but not really

        My boyfriend came over today and met my grandparents and my sister and we all played games. It was wonderful, he fits in perfectly. I was very content the whole night. New subject though, on the downside, I'm feeling very sicky. My throat is sore and I have nasty mucus, and my head feels as if it might implode at any minute. Therefore, this is all I'm going to write. I'm going to bed.

                                            Goodnight internet.

I cleaned my room for the occasion...except I didn't put my damn socks away.

P.S. Still wearing the sweater
P.P.S Still using my webcam as a camera

Day 3- A love

                    I know it's not technically still 11/26/13 but whatever, it is in my head. I stay up late. But! Yes, today I went to Buffalo Exchange. Holy. Shit. I was in love. Literally, I didn't even know what to do with myself...it was like...being in a room full of the hottest male celebrities in all of history...I was just so overwhelmed. I couldn't take everything in, and I loved each and every article of clothing I lad my eyes on. I was on the verge of having a panic attack...or throwing up...or crying...or screaming...or having an orgasm. All at once.
                   And oh my lord, I met a side of me I didn't even know I ha- just kidding I totally know I do this. I was prepared to fight to the death to get anything I wanted. It was like the fucking Hunger Games up in there. The moment I walked in this wave came over me, and everyone became an enemy...and my first instinct? Kill. It felt like that store was a giant closet of every single piece of clothing I could ever want, and it was all mine. MY imaginary clothes store. And anyone buying it was stealing it from me.

Yes, I covered myself in a pile of recently bought clothes.
Laugh away.

                 Like picture...a giant kitten. Wrapped around a cube of cheese. And mice keep squeezing in between the kitten paws and grabbing a piece of cheese and running out. And the kitten just gets angrier and angrier, and every time it turns to look at a mouse running away after having, moments before, stolen the cheese...a new mouse runs up behind it and steals another. That's what it felt like. But! In the end I bought a multitude of outfits, and walked out of that dream-closet, very content. (Mostly due to the fact that I suppressed my urge to kill anyone who even looked at me the wrong way) By the way...in case you were wondering, I am still wearing my sweater.


Update: 
Camera status: Battery still on the run. Search parties still looking.
Sweater count: 4 days

Day 2- A sad day

                So, yes. I am aware that I didn't post a photo for yesterday. My camera has decided to rid itself of the remaining battery power, and my camera charger has regrettably decided to hide from me. So we are of to a GRAND start now aren't we? I will try to find it today and hopefully I can post a picture tonight. As far as yesterday....lets pretend that there was a photo for that day, and I'll just describe it right now.

               " Day 2- Grandparents" My grandparents flew in last night from the lovely state of Virginia, in order to celebrate the great day of thanks with us on Thursday. My grandfather is quite the eccentric man, and he entertained all of us last night until we were all dozing off every time there was an iota of a pause in between words. What a lovely week this will be."

Day 1- Yesterday

 

                      I went thrift shopping today and bought this lovely sweater. It's completely giant on me but that is the sole reason that I got it. I brought out my vintage side- I read my current book, "The Book of Lost Things" ( I really do enjoy a good far-fetched fiction novel) and listened to The Beatles. Then I took it back even further, and danced, by myself mind you, to the wonderful Frank Sinatra on vinyl. It was a very stress free and grand day. :)

A Realization

        So, I was reading my old posts...what was my purpose? Why did I post them on a blog, cause I sure as hell wasn't "blogging" You're supposed to actually have a motive right? I totally didn't. Just small anecdotes...musings. But! Now I will. So, what I intend to do...hm.....what do I intend to do. Okay. I am going to do that 365 photo challenge. Everyday, starting today (tonight, whatever) I will take a picture to document said day's events. I will then proceed to post it on here, where all you lovely people will see it.


    I've really never finished anything like this, so we'll give it a go. Maybe just maybe, I'll actually complete it, thus gaining my own worth. Dear Lord help me now.


And so it begins.

                         

                                                                             

                                      A Wish on a Rainy day

       As I was looking out my window, staring at the rain...I saw a peculiarity. A wish! Floating, unscathed, amongst the droplets. A curious thing, the wish. So fragile, and yet it has the unconscious willpower to lead it around each drop-to stay af;oat despite the cascading tears all around it...teasing the gentle thing with the possibility of falling to the earth in a mere second. Beautiful, really. A wish on a rainy day.                                                    

            I asked for this pair of red flats for Christmas last year. I was struggling with depression at the time and quite honestly, I believed I was going insane. But for some peculiar reason, I felt like if I owned a pair of bright red flats, maybe just maybe, I wouldn't be so crazy. Of course this pair of shoes didn't by any means cure me, or change what was going on...but they made me feel different, special. They made me believe that one day, things would be okay. Do not ever criticize anyone on the clothes they wear. It's unfathomable how much they could mean.

       Happiness is just like a balloon. When something gives us joy, our balloon fills up bigger and bigger...and those people that have depression, and who aren't very happy, their balloons have just yet to be filled up. Unfortunately though, every once in a while, a person's balloon will pop. And the happy air will try to fill it up again but it does nothing but blow around the shreds of rubber. Be careful with your balloons, folks. Don't let them pop.

Why does no one write handwritten letters anymore? I think we should bring it back. I know that I have zero followers, and only 30 people have looked at this, but if anyone else see's this...please just write one? Don't you remember what it was like to wait at the mail box, and ask every day, " Do I have mail, do I have mail?" Let's start that up again!!

        I honestly don't know what I would do if I didn't have photography to turn to. 

It's so comforting being able to look out of a lens and see the world a different way.

Gunshots and bombs echoed all around him, but Daniel heard nothing. It had happened quickly. He didn't realize until the blood started seeping through Thomas's shirt that he was even wounded. Yet now here he was, cradling his best friend's head in his lap, promising to take care of his wife and children. As Thomas shut his eyes for the last time, Daniel placed his battle-worn helmet on the ground in respect. Only one thing was going through his head, 

This war must end.

"In 20 years, you will  be more disappointed in what you didn't do, than in what you did." ~ Mark Twain

I can't believe it's already 2013. This year, one of my resolutions is to find and capture ( take pictures of, not physically imprison) unusual and/or just simple things that are beautiful, but aren't usually regarded as such...and I will post these on here. I know that this may seem kind of silly, mostly because I know no one reads this...but this is kind of for myself; as a way to help me finish something for once in my life.