UGH I hate making up a title

my first photography class was last night and was extremely interesting and enjoyable so that's good, I think I'm going to like this a lot, but that isn't really a surprise since I love photography so much. I mean really, I can't even look at things without thinking about how they would look in a photo. I definitely made a huge mistake when I gave up on taking photography in college and took advertising instead (which was a complete bust and a career path I never even bothered to try to pursue!)

Anyway, so yeah, my class is almost all women (1 guy) which I find odd, and quite a few of them are there because they decided they liked photography because they had babies so maybe we don't have all that much in common motivation wise (I am actually NOT a fan of taking photos of people, especially babies) but we'll see how things go. I sat next to a woman who is training to be a doula, she was fairly interesting I guess, she used to be a software developer and was surprised to hear that I do web stuff, I guess neither of us look like computer nerd types exactly, funny. I've forgotten her name, that is something I am terrible with. Making friends by virtue of where you sit in class, I'd forgotten that's how it works in school...

Here's my car, and the stickers I have on it. Fascinating, eh?



Badtz Maru has been on my car for years now. I'm kind of over it, but I'm not going to pick him off at this point.

He's there twice even.




Look at the mess in the back of my car, jesus I'm a slob. That's leftovers from my sister's garage sale that have never made it back out of my car. Oh well, it can sit and mess up the car or it can come upstairs and mess up the condo, better the car I think.

I like this one, it makes me happy, but also makes me miss the summer already.



I don't wear my Fryes nearly enough and as a result they remain pretty stiff. Better than when I first got them and thought they would become purely room decoration, but still a bit stiff. So today I decided to wear them to work, look at the awful pants I'm wearing, why, WHY do I try to dress any certain way for work, I'm SO like that at every job and I hate it, I wear a freaking costume every day of the week almost and it's the costume of a boring, non-descript BLAH and fuck I don't even iron, come on! I have some interesting clothes, I should wear them and get these HORRIBLE pieces out of my life! (Not the boots, I love the boots).