I’m stubborn and I like to think. Really, by “think” I mean dramatically over-analyze every detail of a situation until it’s suddenly so big that it’s distractingly problematic. I worry about a lot of things. I worry about what problems I could have, what people might think of me, how I’m gonna do on a test, how I’ll possibly survive college, what I’ll do when I get older, what I ate for breakfast last week, what I said on November 23, 2011, what I’m gonna blog about, how I haven’t written a proper post since March or so… Little things that I really shouldn’t be thinking about...
Read MoreAnd I find that to be a really big deal. All compliments should be directed to her. I didn’t do anything aside from capturing a moment. All the beauty in the photos is strictly due to her. She did all the hard work. 🙂 Thanks, Mom.
Read MoreThis is my brother. I call him Taco. (It’s a long story.) Sometimes we take pictures. Sometimes I take pictures without him noticing. Sometimes I take pictures and he notices and hates it so I dramatically turn it black and white with high contrast. Taco is a musician. He plays a little of a lot of instruments and a lot of a few instruments. He can play guitar, bass, drums, saxophone, harmonica, keyboard/piano, and apparently clarinet sometimes. He knows more about guitars than anyone I know and is quite passionate about his music and music in general. My brother is surprisingly prepared and the reason it’s surprising is because he’s more prepared than...
Read MoreSome people are saying that the 26th was historical. They say it was a huge moment and a giant step. I’m inclined to agree with them. Friday means movie night!! Okay but seriously… Yes, this whole marriage legalization for homosexual individuals is kind of a big deal. After all, it’s a pretty big change. As is custom with any decision, big or small, there will be people who are so excited that they absolutely don’t know what to do with themselves. There will also be people who are so completely against the choice who absolutely hate it. And let’s not forget the peoople who honestly just don’t care. So here’s the deal. I’m...
Read MoreAs I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I’m not necessarily good at communicating and verbalization and peopling. So seeing a week of camp with lots of humans inch closer every minute sorta scared me to no end. For about three weeks. My apologies to anyone who tried to talk to my stressed out self. I was grumpy, sad, mopey, tired, sassy, and flat out not paying attention some of the time. However, after I got there…I was still terrible. Let’s be honest. I was still horrible and nervous and about as sociable as the napkin my skin resembles. I attempted a few conversations while playing basketball partially so I had a distraction, partially so I...
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