And when you tell me we're in love, just remember we're on drugs.
Today's amusement seems to have finally taken its toll on me, considering that I'm on the brink of curling up on my computer chair and shutting down my tired brain. BUT NO, SHE SAYS! Because I feel a tiny obligation to post what have turned out to be the worst photos OF MY LIFE. Don't get me wrong; the whole Kyle//rollerskating//mall outing of this afternoon was not at all lacking in much desired fun, but these pictures... -shakes head- Strange lines randomly appear in geometic circles and lines around objects, and I can't seem to pinpoint what on earth could posess such an expensive, high-resolution camera suddenly to crap out on me like this. But, eh, since I've made the effort to begin writing, I might as well post them for the hell of it. Some of them -- as in, Kyle and my hyped album cover pixxx (HAWT!) -- may just be so defective that they turn out on the arty side of horrible photography.
PHOTOTIMEEE, PROCLAIMS LA CAMARA DE SHIT!
STEP 1:
We skated around, got bored, & took some pictures of congregating babies on the rink, dancing the Cha-Cha Slide, only to find that the camera couldn't handle the difficulty of dark and moving things. It thus produced these somehow electrical, rainbow images that could be pretty, I suppose, in a drug-induced state:
STEP 2:
Instead, we decided to play lame arcade games on the side of the rink. Oh, & take MySpace pictures. LYKEWOW0! & blurry, crappy ones, at that.
STEP 3:
After the two of us being considerably unsucessful, Kyle found himself with a superb reaction time &, as a result, 135 bonus tickets -- tickets which took over a minute to dispense and had to be rolled up in a large pile in order to tote over to the junk shop.
+++MORE!
STEP 4:
We traded in our $10 worth of tickets for high quality blow-up goods, plus cheapass candy and rubber rings. Then our blow up pig and lion took a liking to each other & had hot table sex.
STEP 5:
Kyle is secretly dead; a conclusion reached thanks to the camera, and its The Ring-like ability to distiguish between the a-ok and almost dead.
STEP 6:
With a total of what seemed like 5 people in the establishment, we latched onto this dancing, fat, SUPPOSEDLY 18-YEAR-OLD girl, with rollerskating skillz that allowed her to stay balanced while attempting grossly unwatchable dance gyrations. So we spent quite a while chasing her around the rink with a flashing camera, and eventually resorted to hiding behind the wall discreetly to capture her impossible motions:
She fell down afterwards. ^-^
STEP 7:
The session finally ended, and Kyle and I made our way outside to wait for his mom to pick us up. And so, with close to an hour to ourselves, we abandoned our self-restraint and openly took pictures of the previously mentioned fat chick and her 30-year-old boyfriend creature. Kyle professed his love as I shoved the camera into a closeby bush, but all she could respond with was as shrug (& the camera couldn't exactly respond with much of anything; it's hardly a photo >_<).
STEP 8: Interest faded in the girl, and we subsequently made attempts at MySpace pictures outside. Yet, instead of turning out emotive and detailed, the camera caused them to transform into washed out, tacky album covers:
&& Kyle even lost his face! O__O
STEP 9:
I, not at all anxious to return home, was then dropped off with Kyle at the most unimpressive mall of all, Laurel Park, where Kyle and I proceeded to raid Parisian for something exciting. THE SOLUTION=HATS!
STEP 10:
We attempted escalator fun, which turned out the perfect opportunity to capture an old lady's lovely butt.
STEP 11:
Kyle, apparently having heard well of the mini-Borders at the mall, led us into the store, only to be appalled at the lame selection of art and black literature. Three minutes of entertainment was found in browsing various novels of the sort:
MMMM. TASTY!
STEP 12:
Almost time to depart, we drifted into the movie corridor, and amused ourselves with horrid posters and marveling at the absolute lack of potential for quality held by Herbie: Fully Loaded.
And then we all went home and had a dandy, ol' time. BUT PS, WHOREZ:
BEWARE THE CRIMSON! YOU DON'T WANT A DESTROYED SOUL, DO YOU?
ahahaha. what a basket of fun.
THE END.
& THAT, I SUPPOSE, WAS TODAY IN A NUTSHELL. & I SWEAR TO JESUS I'LL NEVER USE THAT CAMERA AGAIN. YEAH, IT'S SETTLED.
Monday and Tuesday, furthermore, run in the same grain of events, with a long-awaited Royal Oak trip with Brandon to see Howl's Moving Castle & another "trip" (if you may) to Brandon's house for a viewing of Spirited Away. Howl's Moving Castle, to me, was quite a surprise when I discovered it to be blessed with enough cute humor to distract me from the convoluted plot & the fact that I was actually enjoying ANIME. The movie was then, of course, a satisfying close to an evening of browsing the 6454983 boutiques and resale shops, attempting to take pictures and to finish enormous hamburgers. &&&I SNAGGED AN ARTY BRANDON PHOTO IN FUDRUCKERS, which I shall try to post soon! ^-^ Tuesday was certainly more of a disappointment, since I found no cuteness or profundity (though plenty of originality, I'll give you that) in Spirited Away, but Brandon and I did our best to keep from becoming bored, & nonetheless ate McDonald's pies (okay, just me), filled Brandon's dry erase board with ugly drawings, & obsessed over layouts to our heart's content. AND SO! Thank you early summer, for an abundance of useless hangings to help get the horror of school flushed out of my head. But that poor head of mine is beginning to hurt, so I must be getting to bed for Spree rest.
HEY, I'D BETTER BE GODDAMN FRIGGING PUMPED TO INTERACT WITH PEOPLE, TASTE DUST, SMELL CARNIES, SPIN, EAT FRIED POOP, SPIN MORE, SPEND $$$, OBSERVE GOTHS &/OR SLUTBAGZ, &LYKEDUH! TAKE MORE PICTURESSSSSS! WHEW-HEW.
Good for me, digital cameras will be permanent excellence. When all else fails, pose for MySpace! x___x
Hah, all finished; buenas noches a todas las personas quien leen mi diario. [<3]
PHOTOTIMEEE, PROCLAIMS LA CAMARA DE SHIT!
STEP 1:
We skated around, got bored, & took some pictures of congregating babies on the rink, dancing the Cha-Cha Slide, only to find that the camera couldn't handle the difficulty of dark and moving things. It thus produced these somehow electrical, rainbow images that could be pretty, I suppose, in a drug-induced state:
STEP 2:
Instead, we decided to play lame arcade games on the side of the rink. Oh, & take MySpace pictures. LYKEWOW0! & blurry, crappy ones, at that.
STEP 3:
After the two of us being considerably unsucessful, Kyle found himself with a superb reaction time &, as a result, 135 bonus tickets -- tickets which took over a minute to dispense and had to be rolled up in a large pile in order to tote over to the junk shop.
+++MORE!
STEP 4:
We traded in our $10 worth of tickets for high quality blow-up goods, plus cheapass candy and rubber rings. Then our blow up pig and lion took a liking to each other & had hot table sex.
STEP 5:
Kyle is secretly dead; a conclusion reached thanks to the camera, and its The Ring-like ability to distiguish between the a-ok and almost dead.
STEP 6:
With a total of what seemed like 5 people in the establishment, we latched onto this dancing, fat, SUPPOSEDLY 18-YEAR-OLD girl, with rollerskating skillz that allowed her to stay balanced while attempting grossly unwatchable dance gyrations. So we spent quite a while chasing her around the rink with a flashing camera, and eventually resorted to hiding behind the wall discreetly to capture her impossible motions:
She fell down afterwards. ^-^
STEP 7:
The session finally ended, and Kyle and I made our way outside to wait for his mom to pick us up. And so, with close to an hour to ourselves, we abandoned our self-restraint and openly took pictures of the previously mentioned fat chick and her 30-year-old boyfriend creature. Kyle professed his love as I shoved the camera into a closeby bush, but all she could respond with was as shrug (& the camera couldn't exactly respond with much of anything; it's hardly a photo >_<).
STEP 8: Interest faded in the girl, and we subsequently made attempts at MySpace pictures outside. Yet, instead of turning out emotive and detailed, the camera caused them to transform into washed out, tacky album covers:
&& Kyle even lost his face! O__O
STEP 9:
I, not at all anxious to return home, was then dropped off with Kyle at the most unimpressive mall of all, Laurel Park, where Kyle and I proceeded to raid Parisian for something exciting. THE SOLUTION=HATS!
STEP 10:
We attempted escalator fun, which turned out the perfect opportunity to capture an old lady's lovely butt.
STEP 11:
Kyle, apparently having heard well of the mini-Borders at the mall, led us into the store, only to be appalled at the lame selection of art and black literature. Three minutes of entertainment was found in browsing various novels of the sort:
MMMM. TASTY!
STEP 12:
Almost time to depart, we drifted into the movie corridor, and amused ourselves with horrid posters and marveling at the absolute lack of potential for quality held by Herbie: Fully Loaded.
And then we all went home and had a dandy, ol' time. BUT PS, WHOREZ:
BEWARE THE CRIMSON! YOU DON'T WANT A DESTROYED SOUL, DO YOU?
ahahaha. what a basket of fun.
THE END.
& THAT, I SUPPOSE, WAS TODAY IN A NUTSHELL. & I SWEAR TO JESUS I'LL NEVER USE THAT CAMERA AGAIN. YEAH, IT'S SETTLED.
Monday and Tuesday, furthermore, run in the same grain of events, with a long-awaited Royal Oak trip with Brandon to see Howl's Moving Castle & another "trip" (if you may) to Brandon's house for a viewing of Spirited Away. Howl's Moving Castle, to me, was quite a surprise when I discovered it to be blessed with enough cute humor to distract me from the convoluted plot & the fact that I was actually enjoying ANIME. The movie was then, of course, a satisfying close to an evening of browsing the 6454983 boutiques and resale shops, attempting to take pictures and to finish enormous hamburgers. &&&I SNAGGED AN ARTY BRANDON PHOTO IN FUDRUCKERS, which I shall try to post soon! ^-^ Tuesday was certainly more of a disappointment, since I found no cuteness or profundity (though plenty of originality, I'll give you that) in Spirited Away, but Brandon and I did our best to keep from becoming bored, & nonetheless ate McDonald's pies (okay, just me), filled Brandon's dry erase board with ugly drawings, & obsessed over layouts to our heart's content. AND SO! Thank you early summer, for an abundance of useless hangings to help get the horror of school flushed out of my head. But that poor head of mine is beginning to hurt, so I must be getting to bed for Spree rest.
HEY, I'D BETTER BE GODDAMN FRIGGING PUMPED TO INTERACT WITH PEOPLE, TASTE DUST, SMELL CARNIES, SPIN, EAT FRIED POOP, SPIN MORE, SPEND $$$, OBSERVE GOTHS &/OR SLUTBAGZ, &LYKEDUH! TAKE MORE PICTURESSSSSS! WHEW-HEW.
Good for me, digital cameras will be permanent excellence. When all else fails, pose for MySpace! x___x
Hah, all finished; buenas noches a todas las personas quien leen mi diario. [<3]