Tree Hunting

Every Christmas, my mom, my dad, Frances and myself go to Russel, a small town outside of Ottawa to go to a tree farm and cut a tree for the cottage. Then we have breakfast at a diner and Frances & I get hot chocolate. Some traditions are great.

FEELIN IT

Got my rolls of 120 back, always different then what I expected. Good I guess!

Don't have much to say, I just read a rather tedious article about the sociology of sleep for my Discursive Design class. Is it cheesy if I say it made me sleepy? Well it did!
This weekend (starting tomorrow night at LE BLACK JACK) is going to be good. Looking forward to Fucked Up and the resulting after party. A plethora of exciting possibilities lies ahead.

eleven deep

I took 11 rolls of film during the Christmas holiday. 11! Four of 120, and seven of 35mm.
it's like a fucking crack addiction, I'll tell you what.

lots of pictures of snow to come. Exciting!