I haven't been taking any pictures (at least, not of the variety that I'm willing to make available for public consumption) lately, so I've had nothing to post in here. But I think I might go out tomorrow night and take some pictures somewhere.
I'm sitting on my bed, typing this on the tiny laptop. The boys (my rats, Andes and Brisby) are running around and trying to steal my dinner from me. I can't blame them. Number one, they're rats. Kind of an occupational hazard. Number two, it's a very tasty little multi-grain tortilla with black beans and salsa. It's the first thing I've eaten today. I didn't feel necessarily hungry, but I have to run later, and I have to eat or I'll pretty well fucking die.
I dropped one of my online classes and switched it for a brick and mortar class. Which dropped my total owed by a whole 90 dollars. Oh, boy! I'm really, really tempted to see if I can get one last override and sign up for another class on Thursdays. As it is right now, I have two classes Wednesday, one class Thursday, and three classes Friday. While I'm pretty sure I could get the override, I also think it might be wisest to use the time during the day on Thursday for studying and what have you instead of filling it with more classes. But I'm also incredibly anxious to get all of this over with as quickly as possible (and to kick extreme ass while doing so), so I'm sure I'll err on the side of not an extra class this semester. If I do as well as I'm anticipating, I'll overload in the Spring and the summer. I'm thinking of taking a photography class next semester. Everyone is pretty surprised I'm not majoring in photography, let alone taking any classes in it. The (Boy)Friend and I sort of talked about this when I went out with The Girls last week. Holly told me that she and her boyfriend Robert were at an art show, and they were wondering why I'm not off making money, because they think I'm quite talented (shameless plug right there). I told The (Boy)Friend, and he said that being a photographer is not terribly lucrative, and is probably a bit too sporadic, business wise. I told him I could be quite happy as a photographer, but yes, that's a no-go for me due to not making a lot of money. What's funny is I don't even care about making piles and piles of cash. That's never been a driving force for me. I flirted briefly with the idea of majoring in photojournalism, but I'd be much happier overall doing HR. Because I fucking love it.
I want to take a nap like crazy. It's raining out, and I'm hoping it stops for at least forty minutes so I can run.
In problems I wish I had all the time, I need a new bookshelf. A tall one. Best. Problem. EVER.
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