Thesis work blows. I read for 3 or 4 hours or so a day. I love the material, it's just stressful knowing it has to be comprehensively (and convincingly) assimilated into a 30-50 page paper. Bleh. My eyes are exhausted from computer screens and reading small script on big white pages. I've never needed glasses before but I think I do now.
Dad's been calling. I've been listening in on mom's side of the conversation and I'm not unconvinced that they won't get back together once I go back to college. In which case I will be moving out as soon as possible, and they can have each other all to themselves. That way (and not to sound bitchy, but, well, it is bitchy) mom can see what it's like to really choose his stupid ass over me. I think she still has faith in him, and while I'm not opposed to having faith in him, I just don't think it's worth it because he's really psychotic. Oh, and an asshole. But hey, whatever makes her happy, however fucked up it may make her life. I'm tired of it all.
The State Park my friend and I went to on Tuesday was really beautiful. It was a little dead because of the winter--no leaves or anything--but we got to climb some huge beautiful boulders and then take in the majesty of a waterfall. I emptied two rolls of film on my 35mm and another roll of film (only 12 exposures) on my Holga. All in all, that's still a nice selection of photos to print from hopefully. Sometimes I'm completely oblivious to the fact that such beauty can exist in nature so close to a decrepit city. There is another park we plan to go to. I love the feeling of hiking for a few hours and then when you get back to the start, you're really actually hungry, and the meal you eat is that much more satisfying. I think I was born in the wrong millenia. I think I was supposed to be a caveman. I'm not meant for modern society. I had the inescapable urge to paint animals on the boulders when we were there.... I think the anthropology has gotten to my brain.
Dad's been calling. I've been listening in on mom's side of the conversation and I'm not unconvinced that they won't get back together once I go back to college. In which case I will be moving out as soon as possible, and they can have each other all to themselves. That way (and not to sound bitchy, but, well, it is bitchy) mom can see what it's like to really choose his stupid ass over me. I think she still has faith in him, and while I'm not opposed to having faith in him, I just don't think it's worth it because he's really psychotic. Oh, and an asshole. But hey, whatever makes her happy, however fucked up it may make her life. I'm tired of it all.
The State Park my friend and I went to on Tuesday was really beautiful. It was a little dead because of the winter--no leaves or anything--but we got to climb some huge beautiful boulders and then take in the majesty of a waterfall. I emptied two rolls of film on my 35mm and another roll of film (only 12 exposures) on my Holga. All in all, that's still a nice selection of photos to print from hopefully. Sometimes I'm completely oblivious to the fact that such beauty can exist in nature so close to a decrepit city. There is another park we plan to go to. I love the feeling of hiking for a few hours and then when you get back to the start, you're really actually hungry, and the meal you eat is that much more satisfying. I think I was born in the wrong millenia. I think I was supposed to be a caveman. I'm not meant for modern society. I had the inescapable urge to paint animals on the boulders when we were there.... I think the anthropology has gotten to my brain.