photos and birthdays
so, yesterday was my birthday. It was good. I recieved presents, like 2 pedometers (so I can wear one one each side and compare them for accuracy, and also because my mom and sister don't communicate), and scrapbooking stuff. I have never scrapbooked, but both my sisters do and I'd like to hang out with them while they cut paper. And also, I have all of the pictures from the last ten years in boxes. Everything from freshman year of highschool, to stuff with Tom, and prom and college and Andy. Now I think boyfriends might be like children in a way. You take a lot of pictures with the first one, and then the novelty of having photographs with them dies off. There's defintely a greater quantity of Andy photos, but considering that he's been around a sum total of five years, there probably should be.
Anyway, I never even developed my pictures from last summer's trip, maybe because there is no more room in the boxes. So if I move some pictures from boxes to books, then I can the develop the Poland pics and put them in boxes soon.
So now I'm waiting for Andy, which seems to be the theme for this week. Either he's waiting for me, or I'm waiting for him. Waiting sucks.
Classes start Monday. Kinda puts me in a pissy mood, especially since I haven't finished the reading yet. But I'm still riding a birthday high, so it evens out.
Anyway, I never even developed my pictures from last summer's trip, maybe because there is no more room in the boxes. So if I move some pictures from boxes to books, then I can the develop the Poland pics and put them in boxes soon.
So now I'm waiting for Andy, which seems to be the theme for this week. Either he's waiting for me, or I'm waiting for him. Waiting sucks.
Classes start Monday. Kinda puts me in a pissy mood, especially since I haven't finished the reading yet. But I'm still riding a birthday high, so it evens out.