Okay...so it took two weeks of a writing class and a bunch of crumpled up paper for me to realize that I'm not a writer. I'm a photographer. And they are the two types of people in this world. God...I'm totally ranting to no one which is a little pathetic but I don't care. At least I have a place to rant. My step-dad is currently ranting too. About a "Crown Vic" he has to work on. I don't care. Can't stand him anyway. So I'm currently trying to find some decent pictures on my camera (NEWS FLASH: THERE ARE NONE YET!) and I really don't feel like dealing with anyone but my mother insists on watching Judge Judy really loud in the next room and screaming at me over top of it. Wow. Life sucks.