So my phone finally decided to crash on me today. No longer does my keypad work and it's more than just frustrating. Hopefully I can go by the verizon store and pick up a new one and get this piece of trash phone that no longer functions.

I've been falling in love with this polaroid camera that used to be my moms. Unfortunately it's about $20 for only 10 sheets, but fortunately a girl on my softball team has a father that has cases and cases of polaroid film to get rid of (obviously I'm taking these cases and cases)
Such an indie thing to do huh? But really bottom line, I've kinda had a passion for photography since I was young, so really I don't necessarily care what other people would respond to me in regards to using a camera that was my mothers. It goes right on the shelf with my 35 mm, fisheye, and digital/underwater camera.
Some people collect shoes and magazines.
I collect cameras and archie comics.

Summer has been uneventful in its entirety. I was supposed to be working at the magazine internship, but that didn't work out for some reason. My job at the local pizza place blew because my inconsiderate little sister decided to take the job for herself, when in actuality she doesn't need one, and was intended for myself after much convincing her to stop by the place and get an application for me. Obviously, didn't work out for me in this case.

Thinking I would be attending the beach often this summer, nope. Hurricane weather has bestowed itself every un earthly day and it's for the most part incredibly depressing. Plus the fact that my parents are hesitant about my current car situation, my transportation at the current moment really is in the hands of whether my mom/dad is in a good enough mood to leave the car in the drive way for me in the mornings.

I'm really sick of depending on people though. Depending on friends to actually call me and make plans and not just assume that I really prefer to be sitting at home doing nothing and listening to Pandora's Dave Matthew station for consecutive hours, just saying. People are generally starting to suck, only with the select few. I love how long it takes for someone to realize who real friends are and which ones are full of absolute shit. In this month period of summer, I pretty much have only hung out with 5 friends whom I love to death, and my other awesome friends are living their life by visiting other countries, traveling nation wide, or working hard to get money to be independent from the world. It's frustrating because it feels like I've been temporarly put on the back burner of this commodity. I want to be that sizzling pot that always has something to do, but not that something that always requires a club scene or a fake i.d.
Miami is great, don't get me wrong. But it can either make you or break you.

All I really need is someone who can pop into my life and perhaps do fun things that don't always require a bottle of grey goose or sequined dresses that are made for girls with no boobs/ass. Like bikeride the everglades? Spend the day at the beach? Stargazing at a local park? Boat rides?

And prince charming, where the hell are you huh? Oh whatever, you are probably unexistant.
All I know is that Jason Mraz is doing a fine job in letting me know that I have to love myself.
Thanks boy, you're one of the many reasons why I still lay out in my hammock and write in my journals.