I got the danged camera.
And boy, is she ever a beaut. She set me back a pretty penny (twenty-five thousand pennies, to be exact) but like they always say, you've gotta spend money to make money, or in this case, make no money but have nice visual aids for your blog posts. It's the same camera as Alecia
has. I also bought her 128 megs of memory, which means she can take 271 medium-sized pictures at the highest resolution.
Oh, and a couple seconds of video. But if that's what I wanted I would've gotten a digital video camera. Or just not broken the one my family had my freshman year.
So when I get back you'll all be able to see the UK hella two-megapixel style.
I'm really going, and I'm really excited. Which is weird for me. I'm not often jumping-up-and-down excited about anything that often. When I get really excited about something I get this strange sort of emotional vertigo, I get woozy and want to back off. Caring about things entails disappointment. And I don't like to be disappointed. Most times I just get by on shutting my eyes, holding on and doing the damn thing. Like buying an expensive camera I'll probably break or lose. Or applying Early Decision to NYU. Sometimes you have to spend money you don't have to have the life you want.
I keep damning the consequences. Someday the consequences are going to come back with knives and electrical tape. Oh well, fuck 'em, girl.
It's funny and kind of sucks for England
but for a day or two next week the prettiest girl in London
won't even be from there.
And neither will the suavest motherfucker. (Points to self)
(Does the Sammy Sosa chest-thump-kiss-peace sign thing)
(Goes to bed)
See y'all next week. Be good.
and if a double decker bus
crashes into us...
to die by your side
well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine