Little Furry Bugs

Progress on this little thing is going by quite swell. I figured out who to get inside and pop out the male pin which works the back's release and that keeps the 35mm in place while shooting. I took apart the butt plate, took out the two screws of the small black plate seen in the photo above and from there I could see the inside of the empty 35mm hold, and the male pin that was sunk inside. Propped that up, and then the back came loose. Everything looks good too. No broken parts, the film roll crank thing whatever works, and the shutter works fine too. I got batteries, and the light meter works. And en fin, I ordered the new rewind knob so I don't have to open the butt plate to fish out the shaft every time I want to open the back cover. Guy's really friendly too: I emailed him concerning the camera's condition and this guy guided me through everything and helped me find out that this K1000 is one of the older Asahi Pentax models; before Pentax decided to take the Asahi logo off. All is well. And it's fun. I love tinkering with things like this; seeing how they work.

Yesterday was good. And I entirely forgot that Shannon was holding that whole Wegman's get-together; I was going there for food with my mom because everywhere else seemed stale so we decided that Wegman's would be good. And. Welp. I got to talk to Logan. She went off to a table by herself, away from the group, and I decided to go over. Danielle's giving her shit, and she's upset with her best-friends, and I tried my best to help her and she thanked me and that's all I could ever ask for. And that was the first deep little talk we've had since we broke up in 9th grade. And it seems soo long ago looking back on it now. But, what I'm to get to is that there was one seemingly insignificant moment when we were standing next to each-other in that people circle everyone makes and she slowly moved her hand across my back and to my left side, got close to me, and rested her head on my shoulder while I put my arm around her and said 'He's my boyfriend,' and my heart melted. I know it's just a joking, friendly thing to her, but I couldn't help but take it emotionally. The thing is though that I felt really warm and fuzzy on the inside and I kind of want her back for this last year here. It'll probably never happen, but I'll keep it to myself to make me happy when I go to bed every night.

I getting active on here again.

When Will You Come?

I'm teetering on the borderline of dropping it all off the edge immaturely and actually trying for this last year of high-school. People are annoying me much more than a person should normally annoy someone. No one likes anything I like, no one walks with me in the halls, no one anything.

I love the friends I have right now in the Senior class, even though I feel like the time we're spending together is sharply cut down to a minuscule size compared to last year, so, every class I have with amazing people (AP US Government, and one person: Shannon), is amazing, but every other class I have to sit through, is mental hell. Now Catie, don't take this the wrong way, but I love you, and I hope you know I do, but English.. I can't do that class happily, as much as I love Mr. Howard, I have no primary friends that talk to me, so I sit in the back and make gay jokes with Danny and Chris, but it's not sitting next to Tyler, Shannon, Lindsey, Justin, etc. And I feel like the Reed sisters hate me because of the breakup with Logan, and I'm pretty sure Danielle is enough of a bitch to hold that for such a long time.

Aside from that, Logan told me today that Tyler was talking to her and he mentioned me with some negative connotations, specifically that feels bad for me because I sit at home all day and that I'm lonely. Thanks, Tyler. I'm making the educated decision to not say anything about it to him, nor act differently or hurt towards him, because sadly, I'd be dead without him. I've never said anything bad about him, ever, and that I swear on my mother's and father's grave. Yet, people apparently don't hold values to the same truth and respect I do, thus, I lose a little more faith in humanity.

Sociology; group projects and of course, I know no-one. After some careful persuasion although, I'm writing about 4 pages on hippies by myself. A lot of work for a shit class but loneliness and hatred for people comes with a price.

I like photography. And I feel bad that I'm saying that because I've never taken a class on it or anything nor that I want to labeled as a faggot hipster about it all, but it makes me happy, so, why the fuck not? I enjoy playing around with the ISO and aperture and getting that perfect picture of anything really, even if it's a fucking leaf. I'd like to get the thrift store Pentax working, but it might take a little while, regardless, I foresee a future of low grain film with that camera, and working on getting the ISO and aperture right on it without the digital aspect of a DSLR.

Aside from that; videogames.

This has been a post and sorry that it's been a while.