i don't really know how to force myself into blogging. i thought i'd like it a lot more than it seems i do. could be that everytime i go to write something my brain cramps up and all it wants to do is bitch and complain about everything that is wrong in my life. There really isn't THAT much wrong. It just isn't where i want it to be. 2010 might be my year, so i'm going to spend the rest of this one making plans to plan. Then, ACTION.
I'm building some benches for the back room of my house in a few weeks, we got a piano when a new person moved in and it went in there, so i want to make it into somewhere comfortable. Finally. Fun.
A famous canadian photographer is staying at my hotel for a few days. I want to talk to him about photography, but i feel so inferior, his camera is like 25k and i wouldn't know wtf to do with all of its gadgets. i'm a point and shoot kinda gal, really because thats all i can afford. Maybe i need to work on some stuff to bulk up my self esteem. that'd probably be good. I just need to work on stuff, period. A laptop would help.
*pic is a couple watching the sunset at venice beach.
