boring blog entry #1 (who am i kidding, #4 hahaha)

you know how u can pull a muscle? and how ur heart's a muscle? can u pull your heart?
that wasn't meant to be a philosophical love-related question lol, i meant it literally.
I'm expecting an obvious answer, like "yes, that's what a heart attack is you fool!"

i got scared by a rubber band just now. i thought it was a spider lol. not like running around screaming scared, just like "crap" and i flicked it. being green and made of rubber should have tipped me off though.

how bored i must be, this is my third blog tonight.
i guess usually if im up this late im working or im out, and im too lazy to do any typing or crap like that right now, so im blogging.
yes, i just realised that i said im too lazy to type, so im blogging.
everyone's a critic

has anyone noticed that i seem to talk to myself more than anyone in this blog?
i'm like a virtual crazy person. like the people on the train who give the finger to their reflections.

i want to take photos like erwin olaf (except the ones with penises or cum in them). all his photos have such a mood to them. check out his folio, his sets are great. watch out for the rude ones though. the first of his work I'd ever seen was his Royal Blood set, in a photography magazine years ago. It wasn't until recently that I'd become particularly interested in photography though.
I don't know if I have it in me or not. The skill/creativity/genes to do great photography, I mean. I know that I'm always doing still shots in my head, but they never come out on film.

now im bored of blogging. might have to do something productive or go to sleep.
don't really want to go to sleep.
night.