The last couple of days have been interesting, to say the least.
School is over for now (the tiniest slice of a respite, bu I'll fucking take it).
I'm trying to figure out all of the things I want to cram into my weekend in Virginia. There's a botanical garden right next to the airport, so I may hit that up before I even check in to my hotel. Take a few quick shots, wander around, detox from sitting on a plane...though I am SO excited to take pictures of people at the airport. I always see such strange, beautiful people when I fly. The last time I flew, on the way to Michigan I was too preoccupied with where I was going that I didn't take notice, and then on the way home, I was too busy weeping to pay attention to anything other than my own misery. I did buy a new notebook for writing, just in case. And I think I may print out my Ashes to Ashes story so I can maybe continue it if I get bored throwing my loose ramblings down. There are also a shitload of boats to be seen, or so I've heard, so maybe I'll get around to taking pictures of them. Maybe. We'll see. I won't be there for very long, and that doesn't make for a very solid promise of seeing interesting new things.
I went to the aquarium today, and it was fucking PACKED. To the god damn gills (puns!). I kept trying to take photos, but I was being jostled and children were everywhere, being hateful, noisy children, so I got too frustrated to concentrate. I haven't gotten to look through those photos yet, but I'm not expecting anything good.
Tomorrow night is the first leg of the photo trip. Dead Horse Mill actually WON'T be happening, because it's not as close as I thought it was to Silverton. But these things happen. the Pueblo Sand Dunes might happen, though! We'll see. I'm currently trying to stay up so I can be exhausted enough to go to sleep as seven tomorrow night, since we leave at 1 am.
I don't know what I've done t deserve some of the very good people in my life. I feel like a lot of people say that. Perhaps it's being disingenuous, or it's an attempt at humility. I honestly don't, though. There are people who intensely care about me, and want to do things for me, and I haven't the foggiest idea as to why.
This staying up thing is going poorly. It's 1am, and I'm blasted. I think it's time for bed.
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