I'm hungry.

I hate, hate, hate when people get into sad moods. I want to jump on them and throw buckets of love on them. But that's so hard to do when I live so far away from everyone.
=[ I feel so helpless.

It's weird to think how fearless kids are. The older you get, the more fearful you are; The more real the concept of death becomes. I don't want that to stop me from doing everything I have ever dreamt of doing. I don't like being afraid of death so much that I never really live in the first place.


I want to live freely.

There's a light that makes everything beautiful.
It coats the earth with it's orange warmth for only a small while each day, and makes everything it touches feel hopeful.
It's the kind of light that's sparks creativity and liquifies stone hearts.

It's magic light.

Reading my past

I was rereading my Walkabout posts.

It's fun to watch everything just... Unfold.

Right before my eyes.

I get to remember all of the small details I have forgotten and I smile at my reaction to the things I didn't know were going to happen, but know now. I miss everyone and can't wait to go back and visit. That trip has changed my life in so many ways. I gained friendships. Not just in Georgia, but here at home as well. Writing letters to my friends made me think that maybe, just maybe, high school friends can always stay in touch and don't have to stop talking, no matter where they go.

I never want to lose sight of that.

We suck at this...

But that's okay :-]


Picnics are the best thing in the world.


I don't really have anything to say... =\

Math is still really tedious, english is going alright.


Photography is wonderful =]


I get angry at myself for not truly learning how to operate a camera years ago. ISO, Aperture, Shutter Speed... Oh well-- I'm learning it now. I just need to retain that information.


First project was due today; Monochrome:




















Edit: I love when good things come from accidents