I have nothing better to do than write my blog at five thirty in the evening. My family is gone to Brooklyn so check out a store that my dad might or might not rent. Linda's practicing her card skills, Becca's doing what she does best with the dogs, and Clara's probably painting/swimming/passed out. And I'm here, gathering all my strength not to squeal from the sight of hail. I don't know why I never went out to see it before because hail is fucking amazing. But then I went back into the house and walked right into the side of my garage door. My right arm feels funny now as I type.
Earlier, when the rain first started, I ran out and then back in and then back out and you know. My cltohes smell like rain. I like.
I wish I had my camera but Lucy took it to take pictures of the store. Better off that way I guess, I should stop taking pictures of just everything and anything. But lately, the picture I've taken makes me really wish I could have a SLR. Probably a Canon EOS, but a Nikon D40 is more likely of a chance since it is cheaper. But Tanya asked me when I would get the "big camera" and I replied "never until I have my own life." Even if I have a job, my dad wouldn't allow my to spend so much money on a camera.
Which is so strange. Last year, I didn't even feel the need to take pictures all the time. It was more of a once in a while thing.
I don't like it though.
Anytime I hear someone getting a new camera.
I want to shoot my brains out and get a better oen for myself.
It peeves me.
Jealousy isn't becoming.
That's my new mantra.
Anyways, I should be doing an English essay right now, but I actually have no idea what Mr. Gao is asking for.
The fire trucks are passing again. Happens all the time when there's a storm.
I'm afraid for the future.
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