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Whatever, dude.
Sep. 2nd, 2009 11:26 pmI haven't taken any pictures with the digital since I started shooting with the film camera (a Minolta Maxxum 7000 - apparently the first auto-focus SLR, produced in 1985.) I am ridiculously curious to see how the pictures turned out. We have to do everything manual, so no auto-focus or anything. We have to do our own light readings, exposure settings, aperture and shutter, et cetera. We don't start developing the film until next Tuesday. (This class is pretty expensive. Thank deities for financial aid!)
My venogram was a big failure. Various doctors consulting each other. No idea what's next.
It has become very apparent in the last few days that I do not take comforting well. I do not want it. No amount of care and comfort can change the facts of a situation. Unfortunately this is difficult for people who love me, who want to care for, support, and nurture me. How curmudgeonly of me.
I think Jacquelyn said it best, when talking to some friends of hers: "A great thing about dating a guy with a kid is that he isn't looking for a mommy." Speaking of which...
Ethan's officially started high school, which I guess makes me officially old. There's a girl in my photography class who graduated a year early from Ethan's high school. If she hadn't graduated early, she'd still be there and thus one of his peers. That's so odd.
I'm so glad I never did sports as a kid. I would have died of embarrassment if I had to drag my parents to all the meetings and potlucks I have to attend. (You'd understand if you'd ever seen my parents back then.) Apparently I don't completely embarrass Ethan. Yet.
No morning classes tomorrow. Though, I have to be at Olbrich Gardens by 1:00 for photography class. It's a hard life.
I should go to bed.
My venogram was a big failure. Various doctors consulting each other. No idea what's next.
It has become very apparent in the last few days that I do not take comforting well. I do not want it. No amount of care and comfort can change the facts of a situation. Unfortunately this is difficult for people who love me, who want to care for, support, and nurture me. How curmudgeonly of me.
I think Jacquelyn said it best, when talking to some friends of hers: "A great thing about dating a guy with a kid is that he isn't looking for a mommy." Speaking of which...
Ethan's officially started high school, which I guess makes me officially old. There's a girl in my photography class who graduated a year early from Ethan's high school. If she hadn't graduated early, she'd still be there and thus one of his peers. That's so odd.
I'm so glad I never did sports as a kid. I would have died of embarrassment if I had to drag my parents to all the meetings and potlucks I have to attend. (You'd understand if you'd ever seen my parents back then.) Apparently I don't completely embarrass Ethan. Yet.
No morning classes tomorrow. Though, I have to be at Olbrich Gardens by 1:00 for photography class. It's a hard life.
I should go to bed.
