February eve.

So I took some pretty average pictures today.
You can see them over at my Flickr.

I'm listening to talk radio, but it's for a Government 2 assignment. Would I listen to talk radio in my own free time? Probably not. Really? That's like asking if I would eat a single grain of rice. Sure, if someone commanded me to I would, but why in the hell would I pencil that into my day?
Sorry, I'm being upsetting.
Someone told me about a sale at target. You buy a 12" digiorno pizza at Target for 4 bucks and you get a free 2 liter soda. I absolutely loathe soda, but I wubb pizza. I'm going to probably pick up a few tomorrow. I noticed that I think I'm losing weight. I think I am. I don't think I should, so I'm going to combat that with pizza.
I also loathe spiders.

catscatscats

As none of you may know, I was in the market for a DSLR camera recently. Well, I was about to purchase one from Amazon, but I checked craigslist first. I found a Nikon D60 for $375, but I got the guy to lower it to $350. I was pretty excited, so I waited till today to go meet up with him. Turns out that he sold it to someone else for $400 (The retail is around 500-600, or something like that). Anyway, he said that he had a Nikon D40, and he said he'd sell it for $275, but I got him to lower it to $265. Not much, but still, the retail is around $450~. I just picked it up, and it's great! I can't wait to take pictures with it.
So far I've only taken some of my kittens.
You can find them over at my Flickr.

The Candle Maker.

As a starter entry, here's a short story I wrote once. I didn't really finish it, but you should still try to enjoy it.

She sat there, erecting the wax that would prove futile to someone’s bright future. In the delicate mist of lamp shade, a handful of centimeters away from the unformed mass, were 2 other candles. But these were way beyond their prime in comparison. Both sat adjacent to each other, at about half-mass. Both had been lit previously, and then extinguished forthwith, through unfortunate affairs. The wax had melted and the candles seemed to of formed what looked to be faces. It looked as though both faces were staring into each other atop their turquoise coasters. Can you have candles on coasters? Is that what they’re for? No matter, no one ever inspects your house looking to see if you’re using your furnishings for their intended purpose; and if there is, I would most certainly like to apply. But never mind that, the stare was not a romantic stare—but one of disposition. Sort of like both candles were professional candle boxers, striking fear into each others eyes. Neither needed the money for winning the match, but pride was their most affluent aspect, outside of their apple crisp scents. The reason as to why the candles had been lit up was because of an asinine tradition concocted by the candle maker herself. Every time she was left by a man, she would light a candle. She would extinguish one light, and then kindle another. Never would she turn off the candle. No, she would leave it be until an event became so unfortunate, it would cause it to die. Whether it was the almighty gust of wind someone shot while walking past it, or the untimely touch of a surge of water. She was as brittle as the feeble fire.

Hush up.

Let's try and make this blog something grand, alright?