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where is my mind


Finally, a beautiful sunny day! I know I've done many of these photos, but I can't help it. I'm so bored with myself these days. I've been focusing my intention on painting more so than taking photos. I really need to develop my other artistic skills and to become a better artist. I'm happy that this picture is slowly reaching the end.

Tonight, I'm going to see one of my favorite bands, The Sea and Cake. I'm excited, but also really tired.
where is my mind


I woke up this morning and enjoyed the warmth of the few lines of light that touched my back. That is what inspired today's photo.

I've been having really bizarre dreams lately. I tend to usually forget my dreams, but not in these past few days. They either involve work and friends and/or my relationship. I'm either getting set up to get fired or I'm being chased by that black-and-white movie scary guy with the pale, white face and sharp fangs dressed in black while I'm out strolling with my boyfriend. I have these dreams of him and I getting married and no one is there to witness our marriage. Our friends show up, but then they disappear. I should probably start writing them down to get to the meaning of them, if there is one. I remember learning in my psychology class that you only remember dreams because they are of importance to you, and the stuff you don't remember was never meant to be remembered anyway. I don't really know, but I do know that these dreams have been very intense and downright scary. I wake up in a frenzy with my heart racing. I wonder what causes these dreams. Was it perhaps something I ate or drank? Was it something that happened that day that triggered something in my mind? I may never know.
where is my mind


So it's Memorial Day weekend, which means there are going to be plenty of barbecues going on. I'm heading to the south side to see my family and my neighbors, and to eat lots of food. Unfortunately, I can't stay too late considering I'm working late tonight.

My store won't let me change my availability, which is, by the way, complete bullshit. The only thing I changed is that I told them that I couldn't work til midnight anymore because I walk home every night, and I don't feel comfortable walking from work so late at night. I've heard way too many "I got jumped!" stories. And that shit will NOT happen to me, okay?

Time to quit and get a new job. This is ridiculous. I do way too much for them and in the end, they still treat me like dirt. I like the benefits, but there is no point in keeping them anymore if they can't treat me like a human being.
where is my mind


I'm trying to grow my hair long enough to give to Locks of Love. I don't think my hair will grow past a certain length though. It seems like my hair will never grow beyond this point.

I was planning on cutting my hair short and possibly dying it a light blonde/platnium color for the Summer. For some reason, I always have to change up my looks or I feel like I become too boring or predictable.


Bills, bills, bills. So this is when the fun starts, eh?

This is day 80! These days are flying by so fast. I always wonder what my collection will look like when I reach the last day. I'm kind of struggling with coming up with new ideas every shoot I take. I'm actually starting to despise taking photos of myself.

I have a fun weekend planned ahead. I'm waiting for tomorrow to be over with so I can enjoy my 2 days off this week. I finally got the paycheck situation sorted out. My pay stub had 20 hours listed when I worked 25 hours. They didn't take into account the Friday morning I had come in to be trained for the new position I was taking over and also being asked to stay an hour later.

I certainly hope this won't be a recurring thing.
where is my mind


I expect John to be arriving home in about an hour. The day that I was leaving my other store, one of my supervisors asked me to come upstairs after I punched out. I was greeted with a card and inside this card was a gift card to Pottery Barn. Having not used it yet, we're going to a Pottery Barn around here to pick up any decorative things we need. I have never been to one before, so I really hope they have some cheap, cute things for $25 bucks.

Afterwards, we plan on going to Metal Haven, which is a well-known and the ONLY metal store in Chicago. It's closing soon and John wanted to check it out before it does. There's also this art store right next to it, that I would like to check out as well.

I'm so glad John can drive me around now. It feels so nice.

I'm going to stop typing now because my cursor is going berserk. Does anyone else have this problem? This cursor will go where ever it pleases.
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It's kind of interesting to listen to the sounds that you hear when living in a high rise building with 12 floors. The most prominent sound of the moment is the facet dripping, which we will probably have to get fixed at some point.

I hear ambulances go by quite a few times, especially since we live on a busy street. You get the traffic noises as well.

Then there's people talking, playing music, cooking up some food...I don't know, for some reason I don't mind it, I actually kind of like it.

Anon, however, I still think she's getting used to the new place, but she seems to be adjusting well.
where is my mind


Sometimes during the day when I think of something, I tend to write it down so I can remember to talk about it here. Hey, it's difficult trying to find topics to discuss on a daily basis. I don't really consider myself a writer, which is mostly why I won't accompany my photos with my words. I guess it's something I'm still getting used to. Sometimes I can't find the words to describe how I feel, and I hope this project will not only develop my creativity, but also my writing skills.

I noticed that when I eat bagels or sandwiches or even cookies, I usually eat the edges first and eat the middle part last. It's always the best and softest part. Don't you think?

I move in 2 days. Still doesn't seem real, but I'm happy that it's finally happening.