Day 47:Welcome to Colorful Colorado

This week...it's something else, let me tell ya.

We had studio for the first time & like this whole week, I wasn't feeling too hot. I got super aggravated & was annoyed beyond all belief. On the bright side, I did get some good photographs.

Later that day I found out for some damn reason, none of my photos were being saved to my hard drive but instead on the computers I imported them on. Tomorrow will consist of me searching for said computers to try & get all my photos back before they get deleted.

Colorado made my day some what enjoyable. I don't think he reads my blogs so, I guess confessing this on here is the safest route. I'm starting to dig him. I joke with Maine & whenever I ask her if she thinks he likes me she says 'shut up, he totally likes you' so, I asked her if saying 'hey, I think you're pretty fly. Do you dig me too?' was a good way to ask him. Her response was a bust out of laughter, which made me laugh. I thought nothing more of it. Anyways, I can't tell if he likes me too or not. He seems like an all around decent human being who is just kind to everyone. Regardless however, I still 'think he's pretty fly'. God, I sound like a 17 year old school girl.

Yesterday, he & I went for a walk after I took a 4 hour power nap from 5-9:30pm. We walked & talked for a good hour where I, for the first time told someone who I barley even know, about what happened to Kevin. I won't even tell my readers about what happened to him, let alone a guy I have only know for a good month. I guess have trust in him. I spilled my guts like none other & he just listened. I will admit that I almost cried a few times but timed it ever so well to make it sound like I was out of breath from walking up a huge flight of stairs we found leading to a church. I don't think he caught on, which was good. I think he kind of trusts me too since when I asked him if anything had happened to him lately that was sort of melancholy; he told me. I'm of course not going to say what he told me but it showed me that he trusts me, I would think.

Maine & I went grocery shopping where I stumbled upon vegetarian bologna. Just because it says vegetarian on the label, don't automatically assume it's going to taste nasty because it didn't! If my room mates liked bologna (fat chance of that), I could have probably swapped them out & they wouldn't have told the difference. Mind you why I'm rather thrilled about finding said vegetarian friendly bologna is because I haven't had a fried bologna sandwich since I was 12. I think 13 years is a long time not to eat such an awesome thing. Anyways, I just ate one & I can now sleep a happy women.

Correction: Don't ask me why I thought it was 13 years. I guess running on 1 1/2 days of no sleep tends to screw with the part of your brain that does math...now if only I had that part to begin with..

8 years; not 13.

Thanks anonymous reader.