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Guestbook * Notes
The Past Five:
No more monkeys jumping on the bed...
is this goodbye? only sort of.
AND I baked cookies this week!
11.06.2005 * 7:08 p.m.
i don't mean to whine...
and I don't mean to be so repetitive...
but I really do miss him.
I really do love him.
Dang it.
11.05.2005 * 1:56 p.m.
my hands smell like bleach
I never considered the impact that one camera could have on a person and it's a shame that I have to ponder it now.
Last night I was playing around on The Facebook. I decided that my album was too skinny with only four photos and that I should post more. I began searching through my computer for good pictures to share, and that's when it all started. That's when everything went downhill.
My most recent photos were taken over a month ago, in Utah, with friends from SB. I have no current photos. I have no pictures of life now. Ordinarily, this wouldn't bother me, but I thought about it and realized: I have no pictures of life now because I have nothing worthy of being photographed.
Sad, isn't it?
I don't go out and have fun, photo-worthy adventures with friends. Some of the church events I've participated in could be considered photo-worthy, but I don't want a bunch of pictures full of people who are maybe kind of my friends or very nearly strangers. I don't have anyone whose face I want to preserve forever so that when my memory fades I can see them still and cherish them always.
And so I don't have very many recent photos.
I miss the days when I carried my camera with me constantly because I didn't want to miss a photo opportunity and I knew that several would arise each day.