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I've been back at my grandmother's in wayyy upstate NY for three days now... in that time all I've done is sit in my room, watch Buffy, scan and scan negatives, edit a few, start to organize my room... and do my makeup about a dozen different ways. The combination of being in my 10-14year old room, having all my clothes in one place (and makeup), doing a self portrait project and needing to make money... leads me to want to do just play dressup with myself in order to sell some of these clothes. I mean, there's definitely worse ways to spend my time. I really could use a tripod, though, I had one at some point but I'm pretty sure I left it in my old apartment. One of them, at least. But whatever, I'll make due with what I have. I've decided that while I'm a clothing hoarder, I may as well make some money off of it, seeing as I can't be a vagabond with all this baggage, besides, I've lost almost everything as it is. I'm really getting good at not having attachments to... well, anything... Or (sadly) anyone. I've definitely developed a good sense of loner. Now if only I could make myself go running. I fucking hate running.