smells like a Barry White record in here...

so here i am, not capitalizing things and pushing my toe-cuticles back with a quarter. actually, only one of those things is true.

really i do not have much to say, but i also do not have much to do, so i find myself saying stuff. paradox. i take pictures of nothing because there's nothing to do, but then when there's exciting stuff going on, i'm too damn busy to take pictures.

i might enter a photo contest, because in the past i have taken 2-3 good photos and might just have another one in me. the problem is, i feel really stupid every time i go to the photo developing place because they always tell me either "your roll was really overexposed" or "your roll was really underexposed." now, because i fancy myself someone capable of taking a heartbreakingly good picture every 3 years, this hurts me a little. so i don't use a flash, so what? don't you see how pretty the light looks in the pictures where i managed to hold the camera still enough when the shutter was open? so i forgot to change the settings back to automatic when i got the camera back from my brother and so took every picture with an enormously long shutter opening, so what? it turned out okay, you know, these pictures actually look really cool all dampened grey and such.