What now?

While I miss the true art of photography I'm afraid it's something my eyes can only envy and my hand cannot duplicate. That said my digital camera sucks. So I'm getting a new one.

Yesterday, I was in the car talking to myself (as I always do) smoking a cig and mimicking the djs of the radio stations. They're over-enthusiastic gabber and quick 1 hit punch lines allowed me to come up with a new term.

"The 5 minute sexy"

I don't know how I came upon it really. I was blabbing on about how I did my hair in five minutes before leaving for work then I said "You know, so I'm feelin' 5 minute sexy right now!" I said it so that my voice kinda squealed on the "sexy" part and it made it kinda cool cuz I had also just woken up not that long ago before heading out so my voice was raspy. It was a revolutionary moment for me. An Epiphany. I decided I want to do radio. But I still love writing and want to stay in journalism. Maybe a double major? I don't know. My blog here just made me lose 10 IQ points...I apologize to those who got brainaches just now. I admit I am truly insane. Small things excite me and I am amused all too easily. Like the time me and my friend Laura had a fascination with burning a pile of dry grass at the park across the street with lighters and rubbing the soot in between our fingers.

You're probably not feeling sexy right now let alone 5 minute sexy. I guess you had to be there.

Another loss of IQ points is me discovering you can't add "friends" on blogger. Hey, it's fine with me. I write for me anyway. No one ever comments on what I say here or anywhere really. Myspace kids are obsessed with adding friends and changing layouts. Xanga seems an empty shell....either that or if you're on the homepage writing about vtech you're getting bombarded by ridiculous commentators who you wish would leave you alone and make your xanga an empty shell. I'd rather the former, too.

My friend Missy came back from Okinawa last weekend. Shockingly having lived there a year she didn't even know basic Japanese greetings or experienced the refreshing taste of sushi. This disappointed me. I guess military bases down there are in their own bubble. Her hubby should be coming up in a few months, too. Poor Missy has had some hella SEVERE morning sickness. She's been hospitalized before for it and right now is throwing up a lot. The baby is screaming all the time. Missy can't breast feed it some days because she's too weak so they're trying to give her a break by giving the baby formula in a bottle. Baby Abby isn't too down with that. Luckily for me I sleep like a rock anyway.

I'm running uber late in paying Kaif for this laptop....money he's using to go to see another one of his boytoys in Maryland but hey as long as I'm paying him whatever billing guy comes to get the money at that point is his business to handle.

I get a $200 bonus check today so I'm buying a new digital camera since mine seems to have washed away, parts scattered in the 7 seas of the storage bin after the move. It's a shame. I had an incredibly crisp picture of my side profile in my camera that I can't even use because I don't have the usb cable or the software. My camera hardly takes crisp pictures. More like soggy rice crispy pictures where everything droops and blurs. I really like those Sony Cybershots...they're refreshingly clear. I think I'm going to get one of those.

I'm going to a gay club again tonight with my friends Kyle, Myles, and Lizzy. Don't sound like your usual suspects of alcoholic club-goers but boy do you not know the LMK trio. I'm not gay but I go because Kyle gets so trashed he begins to buy me drinks and speak slurred jibberish that I think is cute and funny even though he'll tell the same story 15 min later, not remember, and when I gently remind him he just told me said story, he laughs in shock and says "Really? I don't even remember telling you that!" Then he'll buy me a drink or won't want his anymore (cuz he'll be too plastered) and I get free alcohol for the most part. The cycle will continue through the night. Speaking of gay, I guess I better get a move on before Kaif yells at me and misses getting his bus ticket.