You would think that after being awake for almost 40 hours that, by now, I'd be passed out indefinitely. Although I skipped my Anthropology class (which I did for a good reason), I probably had one of the more productive days off today. After the mess that was English and Chinese, I came home expecting to pass out for the rest of the day. Surprisingly, I woke up an hour later. I think I was falsely rejuvenated because I thought it would be a good idea to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Being in labor for an intensive 24 hours trying to produce a decent paper would seem like a deterrent from doing anything active. Even though I still felt extremely fatigued, my heightened senses caused by my delirium made me believe that I should take advantage of the beautiful weather. My walking route involved walking along 15th Ave to Volunteer Park, around the mansion district and 16th Ave and then to Victrola where I had my usual. Tim says that I'm an old lady. Why do I get made fun of for taking walks?
My camera finally manifested itself last Friday! Since then, I've been preoccupied with trying to figure out how things work. I had never used an SLR before and I'm trying to teach myself how to use this crap. I'm slowly starting to be able to understand the exposure and shutter and aperture and that other photography jargon bullshit.
What's next now that I have a camera? What kind of social statements can I make? How can I change the world?
Unfortunately, I don't think I have that kind of skill or time to solve the problems of humanity through my work.
Of the 23 pairs of shoes that I have, I wear two of them on a regular basis. If you recall, I've been considering investing in a pair of Air Force 1's. I know I'm not a modern day Imelda Marcos but no other purpose exists for why I want these shoes except for aesthetic pleasure. My mom always lectures me about forcing myself to make the distinction between "wants" and "needs". There is no argument here and I have no excuses. I obviously don't need them but my want for these shoes transcends everything!
So this is my proposal: Before I buy Air Force 1's (Or any other pair of shoes), I will have to wear all the shoes that I have at least once. By doing so, I will be distracted for at least three weeks before making this investment which will prevent me from making hasty decisions/mindless spending and also, more importantly, I will be able to get some use out of the shoes that I already have.
So you may be wondering what this has to with having a camera. Let me demonstrate-
Day 1
I'd like to say that I bought these shoes a year and a half ago. In fact, I believe Eamon was the one who bought them for me (for once). They were purchased, practically new, at Crossroads on Broadway for around $40. I don't really wear these shoes because I feel like a character in a role playing game. Something of the Final Fantasy sort. I feel like my feet look big when I wear them, which is emphasized even more by my super tight pants. They're pretty comfortable shoes. Cushioned. Adds some height. Not sure if I would say they have premium aerodynamics. I see these shoes working best, since I've mention it, if I were part of a role playing game.
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So expect something like this for the next three weeks. Do you believe in me? Do you believe in my cause?
I need to go to bed right now. Let's hope I still feel this ambitious tomorrow. You know how I am when I work.
PS
Do you think it is ironic that I write about how I want shoes when I quote Whitman and his perspective of man's "mania" of owning things just a few hours earlier? Dangit.
Hi Dusten!
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