Many more on my Flickr stream.

Anyways, I was tagged by Eira to post six unimportant things that I love:
1. The voice of Stuart McLean
2. 18-39 by Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin
3. The smell of slide film
4. Watching boats on the river float by through my window as I try to sleep
5. My duvet
6. Listening to CBC talk radio

Merry Christmas, everyone.
I'm leaving for Mexico tomorrow!
Be back on the 27th.

I've walked on water, run through fire, can't seem to feel it anymore.

Some things last a long time.

DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH WHATEVER I AM AND WHAT I'VE GOT

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

I'm working on a roll, filling it up with holiday bokehs and cobwebs and new things. Stay tuned.
Also! I am going to Mexico for Christmas and I'm bringing a roll of Fujichrome Sensia 100, so come the new year, I'll have lots of contrasty, tropical goodness for you to consider.

I'll upload photos sometime before the 19th.

GERALDINE CLARKE, MY MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER

"Jackson Hole, Wyoming" by Alfred Eisenstaedt for LIFE magazine.

SITTING BY THE WADING POOL, CHLORINE BLUE

YOU FILL YOUR HEAD WITH CULTURE, YOU GIVE YOURSELF AN ULCER

I cannot believe it. I am devastated. I feel indifferent towards almost every person in my life.
It's horrible. Yet, it's clarity and simplicity is comforting. And nerve-racking.

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle has absolutely blown my mind, and I'm not even half way through it. Afterwards, I plan on diving into Kafka on the Shore, Norwegian Wood, and Sputnik Sweetheart. Haruki Murakami is amazing.

Here are two recent favorites from Flickr, first by treblig シ and the other by ::pelican::.

I AM AN INTRICATE CHEMICAL FACTORY!

My laptop got sick on Sunday and won't be home from the computer-hospital until Saturday. Anyways, with the lack of computer in my life (I'm on my parent's right now), I am experiencing much more free time. I just began reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Murakami, which is incredible so far. Tomorrow Alex is lending me Hey Nostradamus by Douglas Coupland and on Friday Henry is lending me Watchmen! So I have tons of time for books and photography. And speaking of my favorite pastime, I have new photos!

I'M A GENIUS ALL THE TIME

I have developed no photos since my last post and therefore, have nothing to show you, unless I feel like digging up something old. Which I might, but let me write first.

I have come to terms with the fact that I am not in the slightest bit punctual.
I am only punctual when I need be, like when writing persuasive essays which my English 10 teacher praises and praises like he just discovered God and inhales and consumes as if his life is dependent on reading my horrible, generic persuasive essays which honestly bore the me to tears but I don't mind them much because they are going to get me an A in English 10.(Whereas that run-on sentence will not get me an A in English 10.)

But besides trying to have a somewhat-intelligent conversation with someone I like but making no sense whatsoever (although it is crystal clear in my own mind), I think I'll be okay. Speaking and conversing have never been my strong points.(Ha-ha-ha, points! Punctual? Get it?)

I'm also not very funny.

But I can take a semi-decent photo. Which, thankfully, is what I'm aiming for.

I WAS NEVER THAT INTERESTING

This weekend I'm having a "B" movie marathon, consisting of: The Breakfast Club, Billy Elliot, Bonnie and Clyde, and Burn After Reading. Speaking of the second letter of the alphabet, I'm dying my hair brownish-black tonight!

THERE'S TOO MUCH CAFFEINE IN MY BLOODSTREAM

My science teacher gave me five rolls of expired film today. As a gift, or something. His name is Sheldon and he was born in Port Alberni. His sons are really cute. I bought a skylight filter yesterday. I'd like to use it, but the Vancouver autumn weather is so dreary!
I'm working on developing more photos soon!

Some old pics (I want to get into in-the-moment portraits again) :

THE PENTAX K1000 CAME

So I bought a cheap roll of 12 exposures and used it up. While waiting for the photos to develop, I talked to the guy at my local (and pretty good) camera store about lenses and filters and bought a used polarizing filter for two dollars. I then got to photos, took 'em home and immediately scanned them.

Asides from my trip to the camera store, I spent the day nursing my post-Halloween hangover and watching all five installments of "The Best Videos of the '80s" by Vh1.

And the photos:

PRUDENCE NEVER PAYS

I find I'm really superb at chemistry. I suppose it's all the rules and formulas, it's all just so easy. I don't mind it much either!

Halloween is real soon and I'm dressing up as a mime. I'm going to try real hard to not speak throughout school, but not talking while out gallivanting isn't quite as plausible. At least I'll be able to say I tried!

Pentax scheduled to arrive in 2 days. Yesssssssssss.
I also found out that I'm going to the Mayan Riviera for Christmas to celebrate Mom's recovery!

Until I am able to take some photos, I'll leave you with the visual stimulation of my recent favorites on Flickr:

A MURDERER WOULD NEVER PARADE HIS CRIME IN FRONT OF AN OPEN WINDOW

I find waking up hungover to the sounds of Brahms, Maher, Debussy, Chopin, Phillip Glass, Chihei Hatakeyama , Dustin O'Halloran, Satie, and Library Tapes is way better than Akron/Family, Animal Collective, Beach House, Great Lake Swimmers, Grizzly Bear, Karl Blau, The Microphones, The Mountain Goats, Phosporescent, She & Him, and The Zombies.

Fact of the matter: I changed the playlist I fall asleep and arise to. It was a good decision on my part.

Other than that riveting news, I'm staying in tonight, alone, treating myself to Psycho and Rear Window.
(And during the breaks where I refill my mug of green tea, I sing La Marseillaise.)

I LOST MY BAG IN NEWPORT PAGNELL