Seven Habits of Highly Effective People

I can't see in the dark, and I think that's what the book is called.

I picked it up from the library today after seeing that my teacher recommended it on his syllabus. I've never read a self-help book before, and it feels strange. It feels pathetic.

Noe and I went to see Master of the Flying Guillotine tonight on the big screen. It was funny. Could've been the one beer I had. Apparantly, my boyfriend is a kung-fu movie master, and the things I thought were really funny... well, according to him - they weren't funny at all.

I'd love, LOVE, LOVE to buy one of those fancy, schmancy digital cameras that take flattering pictures. It seems like with those professional, expensive cameras - NOBODY can possibly look ugly in a photo. It's something about the lighting and the color. My whole dilemma, ever since I was a little girl, was trying to get that perfect picture that accurately (I mean, REALLY accurately) portrays how beautiful something is at that split moment. It all started with a sunset and a bowl of fruit resting on the dining room table. The sun was coming in through the blinds, gently falling upon the bananas, gazing upon the shiny, green apples. It glistened off of the glass bowl. My mom's tablecloth matched just right, too. I knew those floral prints had to come in handy one of those days. When witnessing such a nice sight, what else would a little 12 year old do? You're goddamned right if you say I went and grabbed my disposable camera AND my parents' digital camera. I took a picture with the disposable, then I took one with the digital. The digital was a disappointment. It seemed too fuzzy, too fake. The colors weren't as bright, the light wasn't as sharp. Walking with my mom in the Wal Mart parking lot, I was hoping the disposable one would come out fine, but just as we got in the car - I found it. Nothing too traumatizing. But...

That's when my heart yearned for SOMETHING MOARRRRRRRRR.