Cinderella.

I had a really fun adventure yesterday. I had to take some pictures for my technology in learning class or whatever, and this is how they turned out. I haven't had a chance to edit them just yet (that's our activity in class tonight). So, here they are in their rawest form. It ended up that it was quite a foggy Valentine's Day, but also... quite a good one. Which I am happy about.

Because, do you ever just have days where you wake up sad? That was totally me yesterday. I must have had some terrible dreams, because I just woke up SO sad. Which is weird for me, and also weird for Valentine's Day. Because usually I love it. It's a whole day where we get to celebrate how great loving someone is! How fantastic is that? I don't care who you are, that is just awesome. Being alone on Valentine's Day has never really made me sad. So who knows, right? Maybe I had a nightmare in which Sarah McLachlan and her wet dogs commercial played on repeat, over, and over again. Listen. It's not that I don't support the ASPCA and all that they do, it's just that I CANNOT watch that commercial without crying/wanting to give my college tuition to save the animals.

Luckily, it took a turn for the better real fast. It was really, really nice of my Aunt Sheral to let me use her nice camera, as my mine doesn't even respond to the zoom function these days. Its glory days may soon come to a close. It was also really nice of her to let me into her lovely home on Valentine's Day and feed me real food. Real GOOD food. We had so much fun, driving around, looking for textures, and "stalking people" as Paige so bluntly called it... it's fine. You gotta start 'em young. I love that family, and my Aunt Sheral. I love the way her house feels. If my house is half that happy/funny when I grow up, I am going to be so happy. I look up to her so much.

Did you know that I have a post with this same title years ago? True story. Totally do. It was about a boy who called me his Cinderella - totally jokingly, but tender nonetheless - and then awkwardly sort-of-dumped me on the eve of my fifteenth birthday (as much as you can dump someone when they're fifteen and you're not actually dating) and the beginning of high school. That was sufficiently awkward, but then also... when I walked into my first period of my first day of high school... he was in my class. And we had to sit next to each other. Hhaahaha. It was so awesome. (As you picture these instances, I ask you to please remember that I was even more flat-chested than I am now, and my hands got even sweatier when I was nervous. I promise it will only add to the reading experience.) And then in an ironic turn of events, on Halloween that fall, I ended up in his driveway in a Cinderella dress and we made eye contact and remembered and it was really awkward because neither of us cared to remember. OH THE TEEN ANGST. We never even held hands.

Welp. This post title originated from a thought process far more sinister, and far less tender. I think I may have tread on a crime scene today, folks. It's cool. There was just a heap of leaves over lumpy ground with a tarp sticking out. And all KINDS of evidence.

Just a tarp? :/

Let's just talk about Mr. Jogger. When we happened upon him, he was struggling. And it was uncomfortable for everyone. And I think he knew it was. Because he turned around and re-ran the route we saw him running in the first place. Every movement of his body cried, "Do-over, do-over!" It was kind of awesome. After he showed us he could do it, and do it much better than we had seen it done, he continued on his run. I loved it.

Watercolor horizon. That picture is just screaming for text in the sky.

Incidentally, my Valentine. She wrote a note and asked me. So.

I really, really wish I knew how to use a camera. Because nice cameras are SO cool and so is life. So.... cool, I guess. Let me know if you have any ideas as to who dead Cinderella could be...? Or like, if she is in a condition where she still has feet to wear that shoe...? Horrifying.

Also. Tell me what to be when I grow up. I'm not kidding. THANKS.