Fridays.

Fridays are usually hangover days. This is because the DuKum Inn is the devil itself and insists on luring you in on a weeknight with its hideously inexpensive booze. Five dollars, all you can drink Thursdays? Why, yes, thank you.

Its a good thing I do not have children.

Delilah was sick today. Like, she was a little bit sick this morning, and then as the day went on she progressively got worse. I was terrified. I think, if I would look at my phone it would show me calling my mother countless times, I know more than five times for sure (in like a two hour span). Finally, I thought I should take her to the vet. I called my mom, and she said that was probably a good idea. I was suppose to do a presentation today in my YA Lit. class, but luckily when I called my professor he was in his office and I was able to make other arrangements. So Delilah and I went to the vet. The whole time it was all I could do to keep from crying, and albeit, I did cry a couple of times. The vet visit went fine. She didn't have a fever, and therefore he didn't think it was something serious like parvo. That is what I was terrified of, because most dogs don't survive parvo. He gave her some medicine and I bought her some pedialyte, and then we came home and laid on my bed and watched a movie. She seems to be doing alright. She's slept a lot, but she's eaten a little and drank some water. Hopefully it was nothing serious. Because, damn it, I love her. She's my little bug and my favorite monster. I don't want to think about what I would do without her. Honestly. I is a good thing I don't have children, because would worry myself sick. I think this is very apparent.

My little bug.

Rednecking It.

My boyfriend, Joshua, has a cute little car. A cute little car, which, right after he moved to Kirksville got keyed, because, well, that's just how we do it here in the sticks. I mean you know something is wrong when the "Welcome to Kirksville" sign is in the lawn of a cemetery. Anyway, his cute little car was scarred and therefore had to be repainted. While it was in the shop Josh was lucky enough to be able to drive his dad's big Ford truck.
It is a nice big truck that you do not merely step into, but hoist yourself up to. I like this. Every time we would go out I would beg for him to drive me in the big truck. I'm not sure why this thrills me. But it does and I'm alright with that.
On Sunday we went to his parents for lunch and stayed the majority of the day. They live south of Kirksville, and a little over an hour away. Another reason for our visit was so Josh could do his laundry, which rode in the back on the way to Madison. On the way back though, it could not and therefore it sat in the cab with us, this pushed me to the middle of the seat, so I was sitting next to Josh (trying to keep my knees clear of the stick shift). The big truck has no CD player, and therefore we were listening to the radio.
All I have left to say is: It was dark, we were on a back road in a big truck, I was sitting in the middle of the truck seat, and Back in Black started playing on the radio.

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Shooting through the viewfinder:

This technique was brought to my attention by Dooce. You can read about it here. Basically what you are doing is shooting through the viewfinder of a Kodak Duaflex camera. I showed Josh the pictures that Dooce had shot and he was intrigued and purchased a Duaflex on Ebay for pennies (well, not pennies exactly, but it was relatively inexpensive, because the camera itself doesn't neccisarily have to work, you are just using its viewfinder). We then used his Pentax (something, something, I'm not sure the exact model) digital camera to shoot the pictures. These are the few that I shot of Josh one evening at his parent's house (all by myself, Joshua trusted me with his pretty, high tech camera). The first one is my favorite I think, although I am pretty fond of the one where he is on the phone as well. This method is fun, to say the very least.