I have $25 with YOUR name on it!

I will pay you if you unpack and organize all my stuff. Yup. I will. I'm sorry, I can't afford more than $25 though. I'm a poor, broke college student who has rent to pay and with gas on the up rise, looking at my car with a furrowed brow and cursing this country's dependence on foreign oil and our lack of mass trasit systems.

I've had some things to drink tonight. Unpacking drive me to the bottle.

Tomorrow is an exciting day. Why you ask? I will tell you why. It is a *drumroll* PHOTO SHOOT DAY! Yes! You read my correctly! Tomorrow is the day I am shooting my new collection, as I like to call it. Makes me sound all special and, like, good.

The theme is formal wear in all the wrong places. I'm having Ashley, my model because she is willing, wear prom dresses and other formal clothes in weird places. Like on a slide, playing pool, carrying a golf bag, working under the hood of a car. That's just to name a few. I'll post them somewhere for everyone and everything to see! We've laid out clothes tonight, I have sketches of shots I want. Tomorrow comes the hard work. Getting my pictures!!

I should find a photo contest or something...Perhaps I will be a photojournalist! YAAAAAAAAAAY!

OK. Moving on.

went up north this weekend. First time this year and first time to the new place. It's ok. It has a nice view and a nice setup. But I miss my Minoquoa. Eagle River is just so...Boooooorrrrrrring sounding. Though they do have a few dollar stores. I do like a nice thrift.

So my parents are in the Emrald Isle. I loath them for not taking me. I would have made a GREAT travel companion for my mommy. I like museums and looking at old shit. I mean stuff. I could take pretty, pretty pictures and with my memory I would make an outstanding tour guide. but nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I sit here in my room, typing like a monkey on speed. And very perplexed by the song playing on my sister's iPod. It is disgusting! She's nasty! but has a catchy little chorus. "Don't want a short dick man!" Not something to sing around you're grandparents I say. Sick! It is so wrong. Another reason why I don't like hip hop. So graphic...and so straight forward. So wrong. SO WRONG I SAY.

Ok well this has reached mammoth lengths. I should continue my unpacking but every time I look over my shoulder I shiver and cringe with the feeling of un-organization and dislike for clutter yet lack the will to and know how to properly unpack in a sufficient manner.

PS the song has changed and it is another NASTY NASTY ONE! My ears! My young, sweet, innocent and impressionable ears are being sabotaged by this filth! Where is Tipper Gore when I need her?