Artsy Fartsy

today, i tried to be artsy. carrie and i went to the park and i was trying to be all photographery. and... im not that artsy. carrie is all "look for interesting things. patterns and lines and things that draw the eye back." and jen is texting "rule of thirds! you can make any picture look good if you follow the rule of thirds!" and im going ".....cant i just point and shoot??" and thats what i did. whatev. me and art dont get along. give me something i can calculate or measure any day, none of this "rules of composition" crap. despite that, here are some of the ones i took today. in case you wanted to see.

I mean staring like a creeper cause you got a peeper.

[Make Her Say-Kid Cudi]

speaking of my last day at work... there was this boy there. his name is shane. he was THE BIGGEST CREEPER in the history of creepers. he is so socially awkward and he hits on every girl that works at marsh. he says perverted things and thinks it hilarious. its not, its just uncomfortable. well, on my last day, he asked me for a hug. a hug. like i would actually touch his nasty self. not a chance dude. and he asked me in front of people! gasp! people made fun of me. stupid boy. i did, however, almost feel a little bad when i blurted out "ID RATHER CUT OFF MY ARMS THAN HUG YOU!" he seemed a little saddened by that. oh well, his fault for being a creeper. i mean, only minutes before he had joked about stalking me. one of the other guys (cool not creeper guys), Russ, asked what kinda car i drove. shane promptly informed him, which is weird. how does shane know what i drive? anyways, Russ said, "oh, i think i saw you the other day." and then shane says "I saw you too, until they took away my binoculars!" really? who says that? its awkward and weird. and then asks for a hug. not a chance boy!

Job Separation Anxiety

sooooo, where to begin. i just havent felt like posting lately. trust me, ive had a lot on my mind, but i just havent blogged it. lets see, im not working at marsh any longer. last friday was my last day til my next time home, a break or something. i hate hate hated that job. but i miss it. the minute i clocked out for the last time, i felt sad. i have a case of job separation anxiety. i hated the job, but i loved (most) of the people there. and i wont get the nice pay check. i still stop in when i need things, just so i can see the people i worked with. and i seriously contemplated returning to my other job. i could have transferred marshes. oh well, ill be back to work on vacations and stuff.

P-P-POST OVERRRRLOAD

i havent posted in forever. like whoa. be prepared for post-overload. i have alot to catch up on.

huff. its not cool to take advantage of cashiers.