a piece of bread.

Yeah.
We left the puppet house early, Tayler stood behind to finish up some final shootings of the show.
Took the L(CTA nickname) blue line with Blue back to the Loop.
Yeah.
Helped her to carry the bass guitar.
Walking in the Wicker Park neighborhood.

The train cabin was abnormally noisy today.
Got off the train on Jackson street.
Walked her home.
Went up stairs to "the Womb" for a bit.
Tried a piece of Theresa's homemade bread that took her 7hours to make.
Talked about the photo shoot I'm planning on doing.
Exchanged a few ideas.
I kept on eating the bread, and yes it was yummy even without the butter.(Which I failed to locate)

It was late and I had to go.
So there I went.
But before heading to the Buckingham, a 7-Eleven was necessary.
A big Gulp filled with Dr. Pepper. Along with the piece of bread in my hand that I'm still enjoying.
$1.79 the total it was.

On the way back.
Accidentally dropped my bread on the sidewalk.
Oh well, five sec rule. I don;t even care. Just blow the dust off.
Dropped the piece of bread once again in front of the Buckingham, like I said, I didn't care at all.
So just like that, I picked it up and kept on enjoying it as I was waiting for the elevator.

Got back to my lovely unit on the 20th floor.
First thing comes first: gotta go dump.
Sure it was good getting rid of all that crap afterwards.
(I made sure I didn't bring that piece of homemade bread with me into the bathroom, and I remembered to wash my hands afterwards too)
Then I got back to the business of enjoying that piece of bread along with Dr. Pepper.
What a great piece of bread.

you

you're walking on the street.

the wind breezes.

you kept on walking, walking pass couples holding hands.

they hold on tightly, with a smile and a kiss

you kept on walking still.

trying to forget you're walking alone.

you think about the great friends you got

just trying to forget you're alone still

you're alone standing there, felt like you're always the one missing out

they're not touching your heart

you think, "it's all hormones fault", but you still can't do anything

then the word "love" starts questioning

you look back into your memory

all the great friends you got, but never loved one.

you start wondering if this is fate, a hollowed soul alone

debating should you ask his almighty, but second thought that this ain't worth his time

you go to bed, thinking tomorrow's gonna be a day with new hopes

but eventually, realizing you're still alone walking on the street,

you're  watching the couples still, and feeling the breeze

wishing a day, you might be the one

staying productive

one way of staying positive in life, is doing the things you love.(YEAH, DUH)


Yes I do like to take photos, but taking photos for homework is something else.


Once reason why I was able keep myself sane while in the dead boring California, was I kept going to places, taking photos and scanning film.


I'm missing that part a lot these days.


Yes I'm taking a lot photos for photo class assignments, but now I'm not able to really work on the photos cause I don;t have a film scanner at hand, and color darkroom printing is a BITCH.


Hmm, hopefully I get to scan my film next semester with the digital photo class.


Now I just need somebody that has time on the weekends that would love to go explore with me and take me around the suburbs of Illinois.


Then life would be great.(Life is great enough, but I'm just saying it can be better)