Sunday, November 29, 2009

What a Rush..

Secret Number Four: I love the smell of your skin, that's why I always burrow my head in your neck when I have to leave.

So...Thanksgiving has come and gone. I stuffed my three stomachs with turkey and mashed potatoes, and immediately ate dessert afterward. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I should have waited an hour before eating dessert, but for some reason I snagged that piece of pumpkin pie. Ugh. Such pain. Apparently my siblings and I cling to each other at family gatherings and avoid talking to everyone else. I didn't think that was true, but whatever. Maybe it's partly because there's nothing to talk about with the older folks. They'll ask how school is, work, boyfriend, plans for college, and then make comments on how big I am. That conversation will last what? Five minutes? Ah, how close we are now after speaking! Ugh.

This is a picture I took last summer of one of my very close friends. I tried to make her model, but instead chose to keep her laughing, taking pictures the whole time. I love these kind of candid photos; stiff, posed ones annoy me. I entered this one in a photography contest and lost. I wasn't surprised. I know I'm not some great photographer. I'll just keep dreaming...
This is completely un-messed with; yes she's really that tan in the summer. I envy her skin.





I don't look forward to school in the morning; I enjoyed my days off way too much. How much longer till Winter Break??

"You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease...he's like a curse, he's like a drug, you get addicted to his love--" Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood

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