The photo shoot came, then passed...

It went well. Thought I may have gotten a few more photos then I did, but the ones I got are acceptionally ok. Dawn Dewitt was a mad woman with her paint brushes. I loved working with her. And of course, my wonderful models rawked it. They stood in the window for a few and waved at all the passerbys. We had fun. Unfortunately the Jackman's car pooped out on us half way there (we tink it didn't like me...) But it was only a matter of time. Luckily we didn't have to push as much as we did in Denver. Mike Roberts, a fellow photographer, happen to still be on the highway and came to pick us up. He also allowed us to use his studio set-up.
Thank you! All of you! (Bree, Steve, Mike, Dawn)

AND

My birfday came and passed...

It was good as well. Better then I had expected. Had a lil speed bump, but we worked through it and enjoyed the evening. My mom, well actually her neighbor, made me a cake in the shape of a camera. It was delicious strawberry! Got to see a couple of friends. It was nice.


Now I am unsure what to do with my life. I'm no longer a teenager. Does that mean I have to quit acting like one? I've been all grown up for a long time, so whats the point in becoming one even more so then before?

I just dunno....