random happenings yesterday, as i was getting the mail, i ran into a dead squirrel. i was walking on the side lawn next to the house, looking down at each envelope, oblivious to the environment around me. actually, i take that back. obviously i was not that concentrated, or else this story would not have been told. anyway, i am walking back towards the house and in the periphery i see a furry little brown thing in the green grass. so i focus on it, and i realize that its a squirrel lying on its side. funny thing is, it was dead. and i screamed. like a little girl. all loud and shit. i think the neighbors next door looked outside to see what the commotion was. and then i ran. like a little girl. really fast. and didnt stop running until i got into the house and closed the door. like the dead squirrel was going to get up and run after me. when did i become such a wuss? cockroaches in your bed or huge rats running around your kitchen may warrant this response. not sad little dead squirrels. i received an interesting im courtesy of joyce yesterday...the details of which i will not divulge. because i am a much bigger person than that. the one thing that i do want to say is, shame on people for stooping so low. to intentionally hurt a person by getting through to their friends?! that is just sick. and karma is so going to bite you in the ass for that one. on to the next subject, when did it become so insanely humid outside? i shouldnt complain, i dont really have to commute anywhere. but that 2 minute walk to the mailbox is torturous. excrutiating. i went out and bought the book. the $77 dollar photography book. i figure that the knowledge i will gain and the fact i will become the next dewey nicks (oh, lyn, you are so corney. who the f&*% read seventeen magazine but you back in 1990? and out of that small minority that did read the magazine, who would actually pay attention to the name of the photographer?) dewey nicks is a big time director now. you would know him from 'slackers' fame. which i didnt even know came out in the movie theater. i was in best buy perusing through the dvd section, and i happened to see it. i remember all the trailers for it....those came out the same time the sorority boys trailer did. i dont remember that coming out in the movie theater either. i ran in the park yesterday. and i saw the most disturbing thing. a huge beefy george hamilton-esque tanned man, running in ripped denim short and no tee-shirt. now....i have a few qualms about this. 1. who actually told you beefy was attractive? i mean...being in shape is all good. kudos to him for being at the park, running. but there was no muscle definition. just alot of beef. eww. who am i to criticize? but, i shall continue. 2. that tan. oh lord. please tell me that was fake. it was the most unnatural color. and when the sun hit his skin...disturbing. it created some sort of color that resembled smearing soy sauce on one's skin. and it was all over. it wasnt like i was intentionally looking. it could not be helped. there was hardly anything covering him. which leads me to my next point... 3. ripped denim shorts???? what are you thinking? who, in this day and age, actually wears ripped denim shorts? maybe i'm wrong. maybe i am not in the loop. maybe ripped denim shorts have made there way back into fashion. even if that was the case, you dont wear denim anything to work out! whats the matter with you? 10:41 AM

Tuesday, May 28, 2002 mark, take your vitamins try taking vitamin b supplements to get your energy up. sunday night was comic relief to my otherwise pms-induced week. not that i even have pms, but the way ive been acting, you wouldnt be able to tell the difference. kat, bles and i decided we needed to get out of the house. i picked cafe wha for its low-key atmosphere. because i just wanted to relax with friends and smile just a little. i think i got a little more than i bargained for. kat came up with the brilliant idea to go to pageant/bar no.9/whatever its called now, instead. we had been there like three years ago, and judging on past precedent, we figured we would manage some type of fun. so we get there at 10:30. just a little too early. no one was there. ok, i lie. three people were there. including the bartender. but he was really cool. we each had one drink and kat decided we should all take a shot. when this girl got so gung-ho about partying, i will never know. and she swears she doesnt drink. anyhow, we each had a soco&lime shot (did i spell that right?). place was still empty but we didnt notice because we were having very good conversation. out of boredom, i believe, the bartender pours the three of us another shot. we thanked him and took it. some time passes and we realize that this place is getting really packed. the bartender had been pouring more cosmo into bles' never-ending drink, and we were waiting for her to finish so that we could get out of there already. finally she finishes, but she doesnt want to leave until she gets to thank malik (aka bartender). malik is adamant about not wanting us to leave, and proceeds to pour the three of us another double-shot. ummm, i'm designated driver. i cant be drinking this much. i wasnt even planning on drinking to begin with. anyway, we stay a lot while longer because the drinks are coming in at this point, and we havent paid for a damn thing. bles is trying to force-feed malik an extra shot of piece of ass but he wont take it. after much harassment, he remains steadfast and she finally relents. i think this is when she realized she was really drunk and had to throw up. we say our goodbyes to malik and make our way to the bathroom so that bles can chonk. unfortunately for her, the line for the bathroom was snaking around the corner and so she had to wait to throw up. i am watching the back of this girl's head and i see her head doing that way too familiar 'i am going to throw up now' reflex. when your head jerks foward suddenly and your hand instinctively covers your mouth. that's exactly what she looked like. the kind, kind woman in front of her agrees to let bles go ahead because bles is turning green at this point. so kat and i wait for her to get out of the bathroom for maybe 20 minutes. we walk towards the car as i try to balance bles as she tries to light a cigarette. meanwhile, kat is screaming in the background to joyce about what she missed. and bles goes to me, "shhh! her voice is making me want to throw up!" which i found pretty hilarious. we sit in the car for another 30 minutes while bles throws up god knows what else because i swear she has thrown up breakfast from three days ago already. kat and i leave her in the car for another 10 minutes to go get some pizza. when we get back, i start the car, and bles throws up again. make it to her house where she throws up again. (later bles tells me she threw up when she got inside her house) a total of 8 times this girl has thrown up. drop of kat and at this point i'm really sleepy. i get home and as soon as i hit the bed and close my eyes, the room started spinning. oops. 1:51 PM

Sunday, May 26, 2002 would you like some wine with that cheese? what makes some people more outgoing than others? last night i was thinking about it while i was sitting in the basement of j's parents house, alone. what about my genetics, my upbringing, my external environment has left me so socially retarded that i cant bring myself to actually try to talk to these people? i wonder. a whole lot of my friends are little social butterflies who seem to shine in the spotlight. i, myself, cant even manage a full five minute conversation with a stranger. i get conversation-block. or maybe i am a snob. i just choose to be open to some people and ignore the rest. i could say that i dont want to be fake and crack a fake little smile for people i wouldnt normally share space with. but i would just be making excuses. maybe its because i have been holed up in a tight little social circle for all these years, and have become too lazy to make any new friends. maybe i assume too quickly that we have nothing in common, so there is no use in talking to them. how quick of me to judge. who knows? 7:05 PM

Wednesday, May 22, 2002 drats. i went to bed mildly grumpy last night in the hopes that i would wake up feeling refreshed and anew. that has not happened. instead, i am in a doubly foul mood. for no good reason i may add. and no, i didnt get to see amelie yesterday. extenuating circumstances i would much rather not get into. but for my sanity, i'll say this. i give up on that movie. i'll just wait for it to come out on dvd in june or july. i think its caused me more grief than its actually worth...fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. i really wanted to see that movie. anyway, i am trying to dispose of the sourness by thinking happy and pleasant thoughts. like today is a new york day. my usual depositing of checks and hemming of pants. i wasnt supposed to go today, but its bles' day off, and its beautiful outside. maybe i'll catch some good pictures with my lomo. i declined an offer for a plastic bag at quick check last night. saw new pics of ethan today. i think i'll go buy myself a present today. 11:31 AM

Tuesday, May 21, 2002 happy birthday biggie blogger is doing something funny today. anyway, i made a resolution to start carrying around a canvas bag whenever i have to get something at cvs or target. i resolve never to take plastic bags and the such from these types of stores. they are bunched up in my room and i feel terrible whenever i throw them away...all my mother's fault for making me a pack-rat. apparently plastic bags will always come in handy. i probably have plastic bags from 1990 archived somewhere in this room. i used them as garbage bags, etc., but the mess that's going on in my room is out of control. little bunched up plastic bags from every store imaginable. watched star wars yesterday. have mild criticisms, but enjoyed it on the whole. not lucas' best work, but who gives a flying f&*%? he's making too much money to care right now. who cares about actually sitting down and thinking about developing a decent plot? jorge, i think that you over-killed with the music. i know this guy you used was an award winning music composer person and all that and he made the original tracks of the now infamous star wars theme...but i think that you used the music to portray the emotion of the scene, character, etc., instead of using the actual character to do the job. for instance, the love story between annikan (is that how his name is spelled?) and padame (is that how her name is spelled?) wasnt really developed enough for me to believe in them. too much music and not enough explanation of emotion. why do you love her? why do you love him? their scenes together lacked something because no one explained the basis of their love for one another or why they still loved one another. basically too much music. quit it with the music. there's more, but frankly i dont care, so we'll stop talking about this. 2:05 PM

Monday, May 20, 2002 no one reads the title anyway im never telling you people anything again...before it happens. i think its the curse of the blogger. we didnt go flying on saturday because the wind was too turbulent so they had to reschedule for next week. bleh. instead, j and i spent the day with his family. afterwards we watched unfaithful with michelle and ed. the movie was alright. more of a blockbuster rental than anything else. but the good news is we got readmission tickets because half way through the movie, the film got cut off. that gave me ample time to unwrap my smoked turkey and swiss sandwhich from au bon pain without the noise distraction. kat and i played tennis on sunday. oh, how the mighty have fallen. it was just a sad sight. mike, our high school tennis coach, would have been mortified. dont get me wrong, we still each had some really good shots, but the consistency was lacking. i shall make an effort to get back into this game because its just a shame to let it go all to waste. and besides, its so much more enjoyable than boring old running. this morning i got my car washed. i got new sunglasses at old navy. i have a new found respect for that store. cheap tee-shirts and accessories. i was in the boys' section...size 8 does the trick, and the shirts are cute...without all the old navy logos. let me just say that i cant stand the summer. the humidity. the shorts. the hotness of it all. the beach-wear. thongs. sweat. its all very annoying. and i am not looking forward to it. ps. i signed up for postcardx-flowd.com a little while ago. its a service that gives the addresses of other people that have signed up. you can pick random ones and send postcards to them. i received my first one today from Siannan from Rocky Point, NY. Her postcard is so cute because its handmade and she wrote "may you experience beauty today and every day". how does that not brighten your day? so i shall send her a thank you postcard today. smile. 1:45 PM

Friday, May 17, 2002 run on this i played tennis for the first time in a year and my backhand is still there but my forehand has gone and lost itself and then yesterday i was at the carnival with j and we rode the 'circle of fire' and the ferris wheel and j's phone almost slipped out of his had while the ride was upside down and drank fresh squeezed lemonade and ate zeppoles and then i won something for the first time ever at one of those cheapie carnival games where you have to knock all the cans off the pedestal and yeah, i did that and i won a bulldog with a bone it its mouth that says wasssup. ah, i love the carnival. tomorrow i will be in an airplane taking pictures of the sun setting while j learns how to fly. yesterday i had to go to ny to deposit checks again. i swear, they must have an hsbc bank in nj somewhere. but then i wouldnt get to play hookie for the rest of the day. anyhow, i didnt feel like taking the train in so i decided to drive. bad career move. apparently, nyu decided to graduate that day, making all hell break loose in lower manhattan. and so after that stressful event, i decided to reward myself with a chik-fil-A sandwhich. i finally cleaned out my closet. chucked all the 'i-will-never-ever-possibly-ever-wear-again-in-my-life' clothes to clear away the piles of clothing stacked almost as high as i am tall. what a mess. yeah, so the carnival was the reason why we didnt get to see amelie. again. oh well. 3:46 PM

Wednesday, May 15, 2002 apologies, smologies i feel horrible i havent written in so long, but its been so damn busy up here in my head. not enough time to get words out of my brain and onto the computer. anyway, since i do have a minute to spare, i just wanted to say hello and catch up. at this very moment, i am making a weak attempt at book-keeping for the office. sad to say, i have never really done book-keeping before, so this may all turn out very bad. and yet i applaud myself for my efforts. pink bowling balls were not accomplished from the last blog entry. go figure. is this some sort of pattern that's developing? havent seen amelie yet. asked j if we could watch it tomorrow. i think its a bad luck charm for me to ask, because we attempted to watch it on thursday (by attempt i mean he asked me if i wanted to watch it and i said yes) and we didnt, and i had a really bad day on thursday even though it was supposed to be a very good day. i think i was going through pre-pre-menstrual syndrome. i sat in his room for about an hour sulking silently to myself while he wondered why he had such a crazy girlfriend. speaking of which, i am leaking like a broken faucet right now. eew. 3:33 PM

Wednesday, May 08, 2002 bullshit i apologize that my more recent blogs have been nothing more than rote. no funny insights i thought of. just repetitious happenings of my everyday life. my mind has been going through some creative drought. i need to read a good book, go to the museum, watch an intellectually stimulating movie. the more i read other note-worthy journals, the more i realize that i am not funny or witty or sassy (like that one, michelle?) my blogs are nothing more than a rehashment of the days events. no real emotion attached to them. just objective observations. ah, screw it. as for today...i have agreed to actually bowl with j. i already warned him of how violently i release the ball and how uncomely a bowling ball looks bouncing off wood lanes. i'll be the girl practically hurling pink bowling balls down the lane, dodge-ball style. come, if you want to laugh. ahh. 4 blissful months tomorrow. going to see amelie. so we say. and eat at bubby's, arguably the best macaroni and cheese in nyc. i'll tell you if its true. ps. i got my first roll of lomo film developed. maybe 6 good pictures out of 36. i guess its alright. the colors really do stand out brighter...but alot of my indoor pictures were victim to the blurry-head syndrome. now i know to carry around both my lomo and my regular 35mm. next target is the AF SLR 35mm. 1:03 PM

Tuesday, May 07, 2002 im in a very not good mood right now im so tired right now. so much drama going on. people getting deported...people with interviews. all needing my dad. me filling in. oh, its kinda scary. and very tiring. i have a huge headache right now and all i want to do is sleep. yesterday was a beautiful day. bles accompanied me to ny for my errand running. after the bank we decided to eat at time cafe for lunch/early dinner. i got a little tipsy with my passion fruit margarita...a sort of post cinco de mayo celebration. our conversation ended with the acknowledgment that 'skank really does grow on trees.' afterwards, we foolishly decided to walk to ludlow where i had to get some jeans hemmed. just a little far. the alteration guy, who usually takes 10 minutes or so, was swamped, so we ended up waiting 30 minutes. there was a psychic across the street, and since bles loves getting her fortune read, off we went. i, on the otherhand, am chicken shit about things like that. i am too afraid to actually hear something bad, that if i hear it, i will probably let it affect me...and let it dictate my actions. weak, i tell you. although i really was intrigued to try it. the psychic was really on point with some of the things she read from the tarot cards. things that you could not possibly read off of an expression on your face, or from body gesticulations. yet other things she was saying could have been bent alittle to conform to the reading. you know how that goes... afterwards, we decided to cab it to union square to find bles a sweater at diesel. unfortunately no sweater she liked. fortunately bag found i liked. so now i am the proud owner of a medium/small cutesy little black diesel bookbag. i could justify the purchase by swearing up and down that i really do need a medium/small cutesy little black bookbag, but i'd just be fooling myself. another profound observation. j looks like the guy from the ashanti video, foolish. he told me that someone told him that he looked like the guy...but from my previous recollection, i disagreed. yesterday morning, i caught the video again...and the more i looked at him, the more he began to resemble j. check it out. hmmm. 5:51 PM

Monday, May 06, 2002 weekend update i told you i would watch spiderman! oh tobey. *sigh* that was my friday night. that and ripping bles off because i forgot to pay her back for the movie. im so sorry....i totally spaced out. why didnt you remind me? saturday i was a good daughter and helped pater out with the last few cases he could do before he left. should have been more thorough. i was looking through the files last night, and it turns out he snuck a few unfinished cases by me. and now i have to do them. and i dont know what the f*&% to do. went for my afternoon run in the park. took some pics with the lomo. after michelle arrived, we detoured to eat and around 7 we proceeded to the airport. i have this amazing ability to get lost, i tell you. directionless is my middle name. probably has something to do with the fact that i cant tell left from right. so we are exiting the airport already and i dont recall if i have to go north or south. i vaugely remember something about south, but i ended up on the ramp for north. made a u-turn to go back south...guess what. ended up back at jfk. saturday night consisted of the pbs special: frontier house, trading spaces, a botched attempt at baking a cake and some really good pizza. sunday was a shopping day at menlo. michelle had to buy the 'professional' gear. me on the other hand purchased some nifty gap jeans on sale for $20 and some tank tops at j.crew. they put a chik-fil-a in menlo...and michelle and i were all ready to chow down on some good ass chicken sandwhiches. we got all excited for nothing. turns out they arent open on sundays. who knows why. that blows. afterwards, michelle and i dropped by the bowling alley to root for our 'men.' dante was drunk as hell...do you ever notice how drunk people are penchant for close talking? hmmm. anyway, alot of ruckus going about the place...but they clinched first place, which is a really good thing...considering they dropped to #2 two weeks ago. local diner afterwards as a pre-celebration. interesting observations michelle put forth in the car on the way to the diner. "yeah, you made the wrong decision..." crappy ass turkey sandwhich. michelle and i were discussing the difference between the turkey meats. all i wanted was sliced deli turkey on white. of course its the turkey meat on white that wasnt toasted. doesnt the word "toast" automatically imply that it should be toasted? ehh. today i have much to do. must deposit checks in the city. yeay. going to take the train in and then do all my errands. and then a little bit of shopping. must buy sneakers. and i have to develop my film today. first roll of lomo to be developed. 11:19 AM

Friday, May 03, 2002 there's no place like home a tornado watch prevented us from seeing amelie last night. mother nature is to blame, not my laziness. but much was accomplished, regardless. j fixed my brake light. i save $40 and a trip to the vw dealership. yeay. i received my lomo kompact automat camera yesterday. see, it pays to be lazy, i say. yesterday at 530 i was supposed to be getting ready to go to j's, but i sat in front of my computer procrastinating. at 6 i was writing the blog below and at 630 the doorbell rang. the ups man was at the door so i didnt think it was for me considering the fact that the package was supposed to be delivered by dhl. but anyway, when i opened up the box, there it was...all small, shiney and new. i spent half of the night trying to figure out how to operate it. it doesnt need a flash, just a steady hand to keep the camera still for as long as it needs to expose the film to enough light. at most, ten seconds. it looks archaic, but its just the cutest thing. and the camera is known for creating a vignette effect on the film, which i think is just fancy. michelle asked us to eat at hard grove last night. ahh. i.love.spanish.food. i have been eating out alot lately. watch out alex, here i come! j finally installed the antenna in his room so now we can watch friends and everybody loves raymond. its very odd. usually we are re-watching dvd's...i think ive watched the wedding planner 15 times already. today is a special day. its spiderman day! i *heart* tobey maguire. but i was reading other journals, and i hear the movie is sold out for today. wtf!? i dont believe it. i'm going anyway. this morning, i decide i am going to do phoebe a favor and get her washed. so i went to the 'cans' on communipaw. its been like 2 months or so since her last bathe and she was just screaming for some soap. she's all clean now, but since she needs a wax job really badly, she looks dull and clean. and my brother is the cutest thing. he emailed me a link on information for a world traveler from monster.com. heehee. being a professional tourist was my master plan when i won the big game lottery. which i was supposed to win, dammit. oh well. today will be a day of playing with my new toy, shopping for a treadmill and attempting to watch spiderman. 11:45 AM

my blog just got erased! grrr. 11:06 AM

Thursday, May 02, 2002 is there such a thing as a professional tourist? i just looked it up on monster.com, but they dont seem to think so. if i were a professional tourist.... i would take pictures of everyone that i met, and everything that i saw. dusty shops in some remote corner of a big european city. i would immerse myself in the local customs of some small country-side village in italy. i would sit in a moraccan cafe and eat baklava and drink bitter coffee. i would sleep on the beaches of spain and take pictures of every sunrise and sunset. i'd pick up an english accent and drink beer at the local pub. i would take all my experiences and make a coffee table book. it would have pictures of each of the places i visited and insightful passages of what i saw and what i felt. it would be mostly a photojournalist type book, but i would write it like a diary, just to make it more personal. i would include postcards that i mailed to people from each of these different places and they would be the introduction to each chapter of my coffee table book. in my first book, i would visit 1. england 2. france 3. italy 4. greece 5. spain and then my next book, will choose a different continent. some books might even be just one country...like new zealand for instance. my book wouldnt have one of those nasty book covers on it. because i personally despise book covers. the cover would be brown and soft leather and look old and antique-y. it would look like a journal of sorts, or maybe an old photo-album. my font would be some sort of handwriting, to give it more of a journal feel. no times new roman for me. i would call my book 'the travel shoppe' because each chapter is like shopping for a new place to visit. and i really have a thing for the word 'shoppe' and i would put my favorite things about each city, and other little intricate details that wouldnt be in some bland travel book. and i'll have pictures! lots of them. travel books dont really have alot of pictures, and when they do have pictures, its usually in black and white. i have more ideas about my coffee table travel book, but i have to shower now...so i'll update this at some other bored moment in my life. if anyone wants to sponsor this professional tourist and her fledging, yet, ingenious idea of a book, call me. 6:01 PM

hmmm. eggs. corn beef. i'm hungry why is it when bergen county people drive all the way to jersey city, they automatically become chauffers for everyone else in the vicinity? shouldnt it be, that since we drove all the way over there, that we should have the luxury of parking our over-mileaged cars for a little while and enjoy the comfort of another? i would like to add that this doesnt happen all the time, but there are just those particular moments where you have to stop and think to yourself. no offense to those i was with yesterday....this was just an afterthought. so anyhow, yesterday michelle calls me to do something. and since neither of us have eaten, i guess its the only thing to do. i wonder that sometimes. what do regular people do on weeknights? besides eat? or any night, for that matter. there are only a limited amount of things one can do before repetition ruins it. watch a movie. who watches a movie more than once a week? go to a bar/lounge/club. i think that i am getting old, because this aspect of nightlife doesnt appeal to me the way it used to. i think the whole process of getting ready is more enjoyable than the actual event. drinking excessive amounts of alcohol is reserved for very special occasions. and those are few and far between. and i only reserve going out to places like that on the weekend. playing pool. this also gets boring after a while. eating out at restaurants. i have been doing this alot lately. mostly because i cant cook and no one else is going to cook for me. then there are those special once-in-a-blue-moon type deals. watch a play. go to a concert. i cannot indulge in these occurences on a daily basis because my income wont allow it. although it would be nice. actually, concerts can get rather tiring. i would rather watch it on hbo, and get the best view from my bed, thank you very much. and then there are seasonal occurences - ice skating in the winter, going to the park in the summer, etc., etc. so what do people do for fun these days? enlighten me, i'd like to know. my idea of fun is watching dvd's at j's til we fall asleep. bonus would be when we go to stop and shop or pathmark and buy junkfood. please dont get me wrong, i LOVE everything about it. wouldnt change it for anything. there are nights where the both of us would be out at a club and we'd look at each other and say, "i wish we could be home right now." does this mean i am getting old? does this mean that i am not young and hip anymore? i wonder. i digress. i gave michelle the option of either japanese or cuban. oh michelle, i have a confession to make...i really wanted cuban last night. its ok, though. my mini-godzilla rolls were very good. was that the first time it was just the four of us? because i dont remember ever going out on a 'double-date.' ha, i am kidding. but it was funny because the whole time, michelle and i are talking about one thing and j and edwin are talking about something else. and even though all four of us werent engaged in some meaningful conversation at all times, i thought it was cute. that the four of us were together. yesterday i went running at the park. bugs everywhere. the smell of slowing rotting marshes. it was beautiful outside though. why is it so much harder to run outdoors than on a treadmill? my membership to spa 2 has officially ended. i decided that it would be worth the money to just invest in a treadmill. problem is, i dont know where to put it. i asked j if we could try watching amelie again today. tomorrow i will tell you another reason why we did not watch it. 11:51 AM

Wednesday, May 01, 2002 round three i am destined never to see amelie, i think. yesterday j was too tired to make the drive into the city, so we ended up spending $138 on dvd's at best buy. what do you mean we? i meant he... watched 'not another teen movie.' i thought it was pretty funny. people think of some sick shit, let me tell you. he bought me sliding doors, so now i cant get mad at him when he falls asleep on me because i can watch that movie over and over again. its beautiful outside. i was looking forward to going to the city today to deposit checks, but it turns out my services are not needed. so much for walking through soho. last week, while i was depositing checks, i ended up driving through soho for a half and hour looking for parking. but you cant park anywhere there between the hours of 8am-6pm and i was there around 5. what i wanted to do was just get an eyelash curler at shu umera. so i parked illegally for 5 minutes and ran inside. but they were out of stock. as i was exiting, i heard my name being yelled from across the street. lo and behold, it was fernando, my good friend from grammar school. how odd that we ran into each other on this street, at this time... we ended up parking my car and walking around the village and soho, trying to catch up in the hour that we spent with one another. i am anxiously awaiting for my lomo camera to arrive. come on, dhl man. hurry up. today would be such a beautiful day to take pictures. it turns out that amazon.com does give that lomo book, so i should have gone with them. oh well. is it just me, or is this week going by really slow? 1:47 PM