I don’t want my life to be a dramatic movie; I want it to be exciting, big difference.
I wish my life were more amazing and more awesome, especially since I’ve been cooped up in this goddamned house for an entire week (and two days). I wish I had something more interesting to do than flop down on a big, comfy, lay-z boy chair with Pringles and my laptop and listen to music. I wish I had a life. OH WAIT, NO I DON’T.
Who am I kidding, give me food, a laptop, and my camera and my life is complete, I really ought to have goals in life, but as of now? I’m fine not going to school tomorrow.
Anyway, don’t you think the library is a pretty weird place to hang with a certain friend who may be more than a friend, but you’re not sure yet? Hmmm. The one thing in my life that is interesting just has to be filled with drama, doesn’t it? Love; yucky ewwie gooey stuff that needs to be stuffed down a toilet and forgotten about… at least, that’s what I thought. I don’t know what to do with myself. Silly Briana Marie, get a grip of reality please…
So, I was watching the Power Puff girls, and I just realized how racist and stereotypical every cartoon I ever watched was… except yogi bear, nothing was wrong with yogi bear and if you tell me there was I will shoot you.
Finally got my camera back too. Nikon D500, I’m so happy you’re home! It’s some seriously sad shit that I can hug my camera for an hour and pet it while saying ‘I’ll never leave you again,’ and mean it. I missed my camera so much. I was euphoric; about to throw up I was so happy, for serious. I went on an epic photo spree and was more hyper than I’ve ever seen an 8 year old boy on sugar.
Briana