Me and My Brain

"Ya jus' can't fight loooove!.....I guess."

Please tell me I didn't just say that.

(I'm anti-romantic. And I really don't use the word "love" unless I'm talking about tall socks or Taco Bell.)

Happy Valentine's Day in a few weeks, by the way. I'll be celebrating by myself (away from my apartment - the roomie already called dibs for the night).

I'd take myself to a movie but I might gag from all the lovey-dovey crap surrounding me.

Reasons to Celebrate: 1.27.11

I've been munching on Cadbury Mini-Eggs all morning. Duh-licious.

I'm almost over this dreadful sickness.

Rockin' curls. Yet again. (Thank you, diffuser.)

Packed an apple with my lunch.

It's Thursday. One day closer to jean-day.

And by jean-day I mean Friday. And by Friday I mean the day I get to go home to see my mommy. I sure do miss my mommy.

Kleenex with lotion.

Excedrin.

Fake wedding rings that repel the creepers.

My phone finally updated. Congratu-freaking-lations to me.

Haunted

I swear my lobby is haunted.

Here I am, sitting quietly at my desk, waiting for the phone to ring. Men of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir plays softly in the background. "You raise me uuup..." I keep the volume low.

Suddenly, the elevator doors open. Very, very slowly. Ding...ding.

I turn to see who'll be walking out.

But...there's no one.

The doors are open long enough for me to sneak a peek inside.

Nothing.

"...Creeeeeepyyyyyyy....." I say aloud, turning up the volume of my church music.

I'm thankful it's light outside. Because that was just weird.

Reasons to Celebrate

1. I love my job.

2. No caffeine. Even better: No headache. (yet.)

  

3. My curls are pretty rockin'. (I always get so excited when my curls look good.)

  

4. I've been using my phone all day and still have over half battery life.

5. The taco stand guy remembered me and made me an exceptional $4 burrito.

6. Have you looked outside today? 

Name

Wanna know one of my favorite names? It's like...I don't even know. Classic. Fun. It makes me think of jazz music.

If I ever have a kid, I'm going to name him (or her - turns out it's a girls name, too) 

Freddie.

Pet Peeve #564

I'm no photographer.

In fact, I barely know anything about photography.

Okay, wait. That's a lie.

I have two cameras. Both are old. One is antique. Film (beautiful, beautiful film). A Canon Rebel and a Nikon Nikkormat.

I know a bit about photography. The basics. (Basically.) Thanks to my amazing experiences assisting an amazing photographer and friend. I know enough to get me started.

The first thing I ever learned on this subject was

how to hold the camera.

This doesn't matter if you're using a wimpy point-and-shoot.

But if you actually have a decent camera, at least carry it correctly so you don't look like a total fool.

Like a G6

Brother: "What's that really repetitive, annoying song called?"

Me: "Um. I don't know."

Brother: "It's got something to do with drinking. Getting drunk."

Me: "Ahhhummm...."

Brother: "It's got like a Q in it. Oh, or a 6."

Me: "Oh! Like a G6. Wait...how did you get Q out of that?!" 

I really do love my family.