So I stopped to pick up film for the Zenit today and the lady at the store was like 200 or 800, 200 or 800, black and white, maybe? Try this-- I held up my ten dollars, settled for the 200 (it sucks, to be poor) and sauntered out of there. I wish I had had more money than 56 cents left so I could have gotten something from Starbucks. I had it all planned out too. Guy: Welcome to Starbucks. Me: Yeah, hi. What's your most caffeinated, unhealthy beverage? Give me a grande of that and a biscotti. Make that two biscotti. Funny thing is my brain forgot that I hate biscotti. I don't care if you don't. Today was a fine old day i guess, as far as fine old days go. I hate my school and I hate the morons I go to school with. I'm friends with the only people at MHS who aren't morons. Or maybe that's just me. It's probably just me. Yeah, it is just me. God Im staring at this box of film and hating its stupid inferiority already. The camera deserves better. It does. Just like I do. I want him to call me but I'm afraid I'd just brush him off because I feel like pulling wings off of flies today.