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I’ve been working a lot, and just recently, I went to Wisconsin and got back in contact with my childhood friend Emily. I got some amazing photos of fireworks and I even got some great architecture photos of downtown Milwaukee. When I got back, I’ve been doing a bunch of other things. I’ve been focusing on my camera and editing skills. I just had a photo shoot of my friend and her boyfriend. It was my first couple shoot’ and it turned out great. I got a lot of awesome photos and I still have more to edit and upload tonight.
Go check it out here!
I have a photoshoot on Sunday of my coworker and her child and I am trying to get more people to do it. I have yet to hear back from two people and I lost the number to another. I can apparently try to get hired at a photo studio in target or something. I’ll try that.

Manga

I’ve been reading a lot of manga lately, and I can’t wait for it all to be updated. I have been tempted to write a short story or something based on many manga’s, but now I am going to create a story that is mixed with all the different experiences in those manga’s. I have a story I want to share that has a part of me and the manga that I have read is also a part of me. 

I have no idea if that even made sense, but for right now, I won’t post as much because I am busy with work, preparing for my Minnesota trip and writing my stories!

On another note, here are some recent pictures that I have taken with my Canon T3i.

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I know many people have their own opinion about tattoos, and they can like them or dislike them, I personally like them. I like mine, like I should. The pair of wings were my first, I wrote about them here, when I drew the design up. Then I wrote about them after I got it, here. They mean so much to me and I see them everyday. I am fascinated with them.  The next tattoo I have are the symbols down my back, they are chakras and you can read about the meaning here. To me these symbols represent the beginning for me, and my long journey to find myself and know myself. Its meaningful, just as meaningful as the wings. All the tattoos I get will be drawn by me, I will get them and I will write about them. Everything I get will be connected with one another. I don’t want them in places where it doesn’t make full sense. It’s my thing. Its my body and everything, all my imperfections are apart of me and it doesn’t matter whether anyone likes them or not. I love myself and that is all that truly matters in the world. (There are a few other things, but I’ll talk about that later.)

 

There is more the life than what meets the eye. Take a closer look and see for yourself. Take a closer look and find the tiny details that can change your mind. Take a closer look to find your dreams and discover yourself, they’re not far from where you stand.

 

A Gerbil Story

I used to live happily in my cage at Aqua Land, waiting for my new owner to pick me. I’d always crawl around the front of the cage, especially when one of the lady’s that worked there came buy.
There was this one girl who would always come by every week to get something from up above me, it looked like another mammal like me… I don’t know what it was, but today she came by and instead, the lady grabbed me out of my cage. I was so excited. I got put in a box.
When I got in that box, I was scared though. I couldn’t see anything. There was no light and all I heard was noise. I couldn’t keep still. I tried to get out of it, but it was too strong.
The next time I saw light was when that girl cut open the prison I was in. She smile and yelled, “How cute!” And then she picked the box up and placed me in a large container, it was white and a little damp. I crawled out with her help and sniffed around, and then she picked me up.
I was so high up that I was scared to fall, so I hung onto her tightly, while still exploring…
Another lady came in and they talked, she set me down then left.
Later on she came in with two things, a strange creature and a shiny box.
She set the creature in the container and I ran up to smell it, he didn’t move, but he smelt dangerous. I ran to the other side, clear of it. Then it moved and I ran up to it again, this time it tried to bite me! It was fast, but I jumped away. I was still curious so I did it again, and the same thing happened. Why does it keep doing it? The last time I ran up to it and it stayed still, finally. I was smelling its’ face but then, he bite me and I blacked out.

 

Okay, so my father is bringing his woman in the house in less than 2 hours. It’s going to be different. Soon, I hope, mom and I can move out. I’ll eventually get to the point where I don’t care about anything that she is trying to do, she shouldn’t put up with anything like this. We need to start new, a new life. Mother and daughter, it’ll be fine. Since my mother stopped drinking, and since all this drama is happening, her and I have been getting closer. We’ll be fine on our own.