What is the deal with 11:11? It seems that I constantly catch 11:11 whenever I check my clock. I make the same wish every time I see it like you’re supposed to, but it has not come true yet.
My life is full of unintentional coincidences and luck.
Entries for the fair July 5, 2008
I’m going to enter 4 photographs into the fair this summer. It’s an annual thing for me and I like to compare my photographs with other amateurs who never had formal education in photography unlike me. Last year, I won People’s Choice award for my infamous Three Men and a Cat and a first place for another photograph. Let’s see if I will win the best of show this time, but I doubt it. If you want to see a bigger size, let me know and I’ll link you.
Fair fotos category, any picture taken at the fair:
Still life:
Posed portrait:
Nevada County scene:
Wish me luck!
Oreo July 5, 2008
Oreo is my first real pet of my own. I got dibs on him literally the second he was born, I was there for his birth. I’m so glad to have him and he has helped me a lot through my depression while recovering from the breakup few months ago. He sleeps with me every night. He knows when I’m upset and licks my feet to let me know that he’s there. He jumps up at me to get my attention. He just doesn’t let me out of his sight. He even knows that I’m deaf so he doesn’t even bark around me and in general. He doesn’t leave my side even without a leash outside. Right now, he’s curled up at my feet. 
He still needs to learn how to sit though.
We have this undeniable bond and I love him to death. He’s the best dog ever. He turns 1 next month.
Houseboats July 5, 2008
Today was the first time I’ve ever been on a houseboat. It was exciting. I had no idea that there is a lake nearby that is filled with houseboats. I got to go on one of those paddleboats and transport myself to a houseboat to pick up my sister. We ended up staying for 5 hours because my sister didn’t want to leave her friends just yet. They were having a big party.
I brought my dog, Oreo, with me and he did really well for his first time out at a lake. He didn’t wander off when I let him go on a beach. In fact, he raced with me few times and he’s a pretty good runner for a chihuahua. When I bring him back to Rochester with him, maybe I’ll take him to Lake Ontario with me and see how he fares. He was popular with my sister’s friends as well.
Yay for more sunburn and this one will probably peel. I didn’t expect to end up staying five hours on a houseboat/beach/out on the lake. I think I want a houseboat when I grow up. They’re just awesome.
Waiting for my Prince Charming July 5, 2008
I’m getting so tired of him using excuses telling me why he can’t talk to me. He keeps on saying, “I’m busy! Personal life! Work!” He makes time for his friends so why not make time for me? I really need to talk to him. I feel like I’m slowly disintegrating away. Maybe I am disintegrating myself away from him hoping that he’ll realize what I mean to him. Or he doesn’t care that I’ll disappear forever. Who knows?
I feel like I try too hard. I fight for what I believe in. He doesn’t. It requires two people to make a friendship, relationship, whatever work. He’s not even trying. He tells me to leave him alone til he’s free, but he’s never free. He fills up his schedule with everything from a new girlfriend to work to barhopping with coworkers. I know that he makes time for his family members, other friends, and even his good old friends, but not for me. I feel like an used rag doll tossed aside. He used me for my love, sacrifice, friendship, massages, money, everything.
I’m really struggling. I’m trying to keep my chin up and move on. I really want him to be my best friend nonetheless, but he’s just being a jerk. I want to go to Boston and see him. Long distance really does suck. I want to give him a good slap because he deserves it for the pain he put me through and that he’s an idiot. I want to scream and scream at him. I want to tell him all about how much of an idiot he is, what a jerk he is, and everything. Just to get it off my chest. Have I mentioned that I hate him now even though I don’t want to?
I hate him. I wish all the nasty things on him. That’s how fed up I am. I want him to experience the same kind of pain he put me through just so that he knows how I felt. He says that he understands how I feel, fuck that shit. He doesn’t understand. Men and women are very different people. Pain affects men differently than it does women.
