Today I've been in a really weird mood all day.
It's that out of place feeling, and you're well aware that you feel as if you don't belong and as if you have a third arm sprouting out of your back, but you can't put your finger on what caused it.
Perhaps because there could be no cause in it's very existence, and it was your own mind that created it.
So, with that particular idea taken into consideration, it is really your very own fault that you feel the way you do, and you're the only one that can stop it. Yet, for some reason, you can't figure out how to. Or perhaps you don't want to.
Hmm. Who knows.
Chew on that a little while, if you want.
Anyhoo.
(And I'm sorry, I tried to get the LJ Cut thing to work but it hates me. Hates me with a deep, burning passion, as if ignited years back in the family line and simply fueled and kept more and more alive as time passes.)
I shouldn't be allowed around cameras when I'm bored.
This time I'll spare you all; here's one picture instead of 15 million.
I think it turned out alright for someone with no experience at taking photographs whatsoever.