sixothree

oh glorious. fighting with the sister. she is a death trap of guilt and unhappiness.

camping this weekend was splendid. the weather was a little chilly, which was made worse due to lack of preparedness on my behalf. as in, i packed the bags and didn't realize it would be so frigid. so no pants were packed. and i didn't bring my sneakers. luckily nate brings his wherever he goes. he defaults to sneakers, i default to sandals. so sneakers are an extra thing to carry and they take up lots of room. when you go camping in a vw beetle with a 280 lb guy and a dog, space is a precious commodity. but alas, we survived. but not without much bitching and moaning on his behalf about the lack of pantsness. bah.

do what you want
and say what you feel
because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind

fuckin fucka! i don't know what to do for this stupid photography project!
damned conceptual still-life is still digging away at my creativity!
i'm either gonna do "shit from your car" or "staying home and watching movies"
i feel like anything i've thought of so far is so beyond stupid it's not even cool...