I'm sitting on the floor in my bedroom. (I read, recently, that
doing things other than actually sleeping in bed makes it hard to actually
sleep in bed. Thus the floor.) My hair is wet and I'm listening to Mumford
& Sons, which is my favorite band tonight. My window is open. Praises be
for open windows.
I believe it's spring here, but, not being very practiced in
seasons, it's difficult for me to be sure. In any case, I have plans on riding
my bike to school some day soon and possibly playing soccer. Except probably not the soccer thing.
Today I went and got pictures developed off a disposable camera that I bought on impulse a month and a half ago. Also on impulse, and possibly in consequence of the first impulse, my friends and I started a photoblog.
I've never been a photographer, friends. As in, never. I am a reader, writer, biker, cooker, sister, and many other kinds of -ers, but I've never been a photographer. In spite of this I now have a photoblog.
Here's why: Most of my friends are leaving. And when I say most, I mean mostly all. They're all leaving on missions--to Spain, Germany, Japan, New Jersey, and many other awesome places.
I'm staying in Utah, and I'm preemptively lonely. Not so much this week. Last week was pretty bad, but this week my loneliness has been relocated and is regulated to an obscure part of my heart. In any case, my impulse when battling negative emotions is to curl up on my bed (which I'm not even allowed to do anymore, otherwise insomnia), which is actually a really bad idea. So instead I made a photoblog.
In my head, this makes sense.
You see, I have friends that are going to cities all over the world. The thought is, maybe they can take pictures of it and send it back to me and I can put it on the blog. The advantage here is threefold: (1) I stay in contact with my friends. (2) When they get back they'll have a record of their missions. (3) I don't spend a lot of time curled up on my bed and not sleeping. At least in theory.
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