I've found that I'm a little shaky at taking pictures now. Quite literally. (see blurry photo above.)
Getting back into the swing of documenting is harder than I thought it'd be. I've started lugging around my camera with me more, but I forget to take photos or have difficulty drawing inspiration from my surroundings.
I might have to force myself to do another 365 project, but eliminate the 'only self-portraits' restriction.

The picture above was taken last night on Katie's porch. We decided to enjoy our ice cream outside so we could watch the storm roll in. Spring is definitely here and it feels amazing.
Afterwards, I decided to go to Walmart to pick up the pictures I had gotten developed. I dragged a very sleepy Katie along with some convincing and the promise that yes, I would drive.

I am absolutely in love with the film I got back. They may not reflect the best photography skills, but the colors and tones make me want to only shoot film all the time.

I got photos back from the time we met up at Cole's house to go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show together. This must've been about 2 summers ago.

My favorite road that I take to get to Lonnie's grandparents' house. It is always this gorgeous. Always.

Garrett's neighbors have horses. I took him home from school once and they let me take their picture.

And the pictures from all the Art Walks downtown make me so nostalgic. Thank goodness there will be another one on the 30th. I am so excited!

And Kitty City. Where I want to kidnap all the kitties so they can be free and happy in my home.

Katie didn't even remember making me this breakfast. It was a feast to remember, in my opinion.

And this is probably my favorite picture of Kostya the sleepy, lazy kitty.

And lastly, I ran into this gem. This was probably taken last summer during a bonfire where we burned anything we wanted to get rid of. I'm pretty sure it was Brandon who told me I could make a wish, burn it, and it would come true. So I did.

I'm still wishing for this now.

rant no. 1

There was apparently a tornado near where I live the other night. We only got a few thunderstorms, but I feel like the tornado landed right on my heart.
I feel as though I'm spinning and so much is going on around me and all I want to do is just be.
I want to be happy. And I want to be with him. Because he is my best friend. He is the best friend I have ever have and has proven that to me time and time again.
The bottom line is that things fuck up. And shit happens. And people make mistakes.
But how you cope with the mistakes you make and the steps you take to fix them is what, I think, matters the most.
It's funny how when disaster strikes, you find out who the people you need in your life really are. The only ones holding me together are the ones listening to me and understanding my decision and assuring me that I am going to be okay and that this is not the end of the world and that time is going to pass and things will be good again.
I don't want this blog to be depressing and sad and embarrassing when I look back on it in a few years, but I don't have an active journal anymore so this will have to do.
I just want these spinning thoughts out of my head. I want to forgive, forget, and move on.
And I want to go to the lake. I miss going to the lake. I like the lake.
And I like disc golf.
And I really like hanging out with Katie, Joe, and Brandon.
And I like Cheerwine.
And oil paint.
And hearing the birds chirping every morning as it gets warmer out.
And swinging out on the playground as soon as the sun goes down.
And hearing Lonnie's voice over the phone late at night.
And helping Emily make a list of reasons to stay alive.
And making summer plans with Samm.
And finding ways to be happy after a tornado.

P.S. Apparently there are bigger things going on in the world than my relationship. Weird.