I am bad, really bad. In more ways than you will ever know…
I am so indecisive, that I can’t even decide if the word indecisive is enough without the word mega proceeding it.
But worst of all, I am obsessive- I get the silliest of thoughts in my head and all of a sudden it is THE ONLY THING that I can think of for days. Sometimes weeks.
The latest thing I am obsessing over is my fast-approaching 30th Birthday. I’m having a celebration, which is sorted, planned, set, going ahead… Great. And I have set up a blog that’ll summarise everyone with details of the days planned events, and will probably feature photos and stories from the last 29-and-a-bit years of my life. Like anyone cares (it is not like anyone reads this blog, either?… Hello?)
Inevitably, all I can think about is the best and more interesting (very few of those) moments of my life. Ah- and how good the past was. Oh, and how good the past was!
I have most recently played with the thought of buying myself another film camera (as I have leant my own to my bezza-mozza’s nephew.) 1984…. Canon, of course… The T7! Released approximately a month before I was born- perfect. But how much am I willing to take this investment seriously? Considering this is a pre-EOS model, I will more than likely have just the one lens, and if I should be investing any lenses soon, it shall be an upgrade of my 50mm f/1.8.
Sooooooo… I started looking at prices of the Canon EF 28mm lens, f/something with the USM (all I really want is a good prime with a Ultrasonic Motor.) And I think I want one, but I don’t need this right now, so £300 is a bit, you know, unnecessary.
I don’t need a new film camera, either, but one from a month before I was born is pretty awesome.
And this is all I can think about. Decisions, decisions… That, and I wish I was born in 1986- would probably be so much easier!