December 26, 2003 :: 1:17 a.m.
of christmas and cameras
Christmas is over. Thank the baby jesus. If I see another cookie or hershey kiss or anything other than tea and fruit for the next 3 days I will vomit and die. Possibly from choking on said vomit. Lovely image, no? And yet horribly appropriate. Seriously, I feel like shit. No, wait, scratch that. I feel like shit that's been sitting in the sun for a few days and has been repeatedly run over by cars and has become home to a swarm of fat, buzzing flies. That's how I feel. It's very unpleasant. I smell a liquids-only fast coming on.
The last two days have been hectic but fun, as holidays always are. I got lots of fun things, gave some fun things, ate entirely too much, and now I'm trying to decide how to spent my christmas loot. I didn't really get presents from my family, per se, just money. And now I don't know what to do with it. My first reaction was, "Ooh! Books! CDs! Movies! Yarn!" But then I thought "Digital camera!" Because I've been lusting after one forever. The problem with that option is that I'm a bit of a camera-snob, so the camera that I really want (the Olympus Zoom C-5050) is ungodly expensive. For me, anyway. After much searching, I found a few nice 4-megapixel cameras that I could actually afford, but I'm hesitant to buy one because my heart belongs to the C-5050 and no amount of good reviews for lesser models has been able to sway that. But I'm about $400 away from being able to afford that slice of goodness, which with my pitiful paychecks will take about 2 months to accumulate. And I don't want to wait. But I also don't want to blow almost $300 on a camera that won't make me happy. Le sigh. Why must my snobbery also be so pig-headed and uncompromising?
Grar. I'm tired. I think I'm going to head off to bed; perhaps the solution to my camera quandary will come to me in my sleep. Riiight. Knowing my dreams, I'd probably be trapped with vicious, rabies-infested digital cameras that bite at my ankles and make really high-pitched screaming noises. Bleh. My subconscious apparently doesn't like me all that much.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
I like pina coladas - March 30, 2005
must... finish... projects... - March 22, 2005
Mr. Postman delivers the good stuff - March 18, 2005
when everything is bad - March 16, 2005
of fruits and menstruation - March 15, 2005