huh, someone from SF lurked my blog. Apparently they came from google to my post about celeste. If you are back, hi! could you please drop me a message real quick? thanks :) maybe we can hang out.
flower macro set
Plant with aphids. missed focus on the highlight, on the first one, but the second I like.
Related: I got a ring flash for my lens. I plan on starting to make this a much more regular (macro) blog
I appear to have run out of hope for my romance seeking engine. Oh well. I’m sure time will refill my tanks.
I really love dreams, but sometimes they just aren’t worth it. I had a really fantastic dream last night; it was better than any movie, but it left me with emotional hangovers that are equally more intense. It wasn’t a bad dream at all, I love the escape of falling for someone and the dream was quite thrilling. But as a result I have felt sad and unmotivated all day, which sucks because I have been busy as a bee all day.
The bigger problem is that this happens all to often. I have an action-packed dream about falling for a girl about once a week. Last nights was a particularly lucid and vivd dream, but they often leave me feeling meek and unmotivated. It sucks.
so rare for me to find people who will actually hit me up. When I tell people this, I typically get told that I should wait for people to message me back, so as not to appoint myself the conversation initiator.
The fact of that matter is that I am always starting conversations, and only very rarely does someone come along who will start conversations with me. If I held other peoples standards I would be a hell of a lot less social.
I don’t know what it is about me that makes me so uninteresting, but it makes me sad.
I wrote this up last night before bed, and fell asleep with it typed.
on a side note, I need to find a new and better website. I liked reddit when I found out about it a bit over 3 years ago, but since then it has become over run with sheeple. I have never really liked tumblr as it seems a bit too tired and self-obsessed. I just really miss writing comments and having conversations about current events, especially politics and economics.
everyone tells me just give it time; there is nothing you can do.
But every idle moment feels like a waste, and with each passing day I become more worried, not less. Tomorrow I will go out looking. It may be futile, but there is little I can do, and I must do something; nothing feels worse than inaction.
Having one of those nothing works out kind of days.