umm... so, anyway... I thought I was going to photograph a wedding with my mom today, which would have been great, because I was planning on taking my own camera and taking super trendy photos (as opposed to super cheesy photos) to make a statement about... something. The social conformity brought on by frightened youth in a small town, who cling deperately to anything with a semblance of a 'normal' life... or some junk... Really, I think I just wanted to take trendy jacob style photos of a wedding. just because.

But, it turned out my mom was really going to a graduation... which I didn't know until we were on the road. Drat, foiled again. I wasn't too keen on making a high school graduation look cool because... I just wasn't. But, I figured I might as well get some photos... which I totally would have, had I remembered my compact flash card (digital film, yo)... I did happen to remember my Faulkner book and my sketch book... so, everything was A-OK. I sat and read for awhile while some of the kids gave their speeches... I thought it was funny that I've been to about 15 graduations, but none of them were mine... and I was sort of happy that I didn't have to go through with it... Graduating early is fun. woohoo.

So, anyway... Nothing spectacular happened. A little boy walked up to me, out of nowhere, and asked me if I went to the school. Upon saying 'No' he sat down next to me and said, "You talk different..." so, I asked him who it was that I talked different from... and he said, "The other guys," and walked off. This was totally normal... it happens to me everywhere I go... not the kids telling me I talk different part, but that kids always come up to me and start conversations out of nowhere. I figure it's because I look dorky enough not to intimidate them. I really am dorky... I mean... really. I joke about it a lot... but, really, I am. I think maybe I accidently dress trendy sometimes, but really I have a big dorky personality, with a disposition to say dorky stupid things. Yeah.

The evening ended wonderfully with 5 haikus about budweiser on the classic rock station that doesn't really play classic rock. or something...