Bah.

So my father was a photographer, and he has this wicked ass 60s pro camera, which I did not know he had. Until he offered it to my cousin last Friday. Then I was like b...b...but Sylvie wants the wicked ass camera, give it to ME! Well, not that outspoken, I just told my mother I sort of wanted it. But my cousin really wants it as well. He offered my Dad 250$ for it, only because Dad wouldn't take more. So we sort of made this deal. He borrowed my Dad's camera and lent me his, which is less pro, but more starter. And more recent, and more electronic, recent, and maybe, probably, more expensive. And holy shit, I'm all like WAHHHHHHHH. Which explains my lack of sentence structure.

I don't know when I'm going to use it, I feel all overwhelmed. I'll have to buy some film and find some time. And it's gonna be crazy. Thing is, I don't want to take crap pictures with a camera like that, it's worthy of more than crap pictures.

I am excited to have a pro camera to my exclusive use. I wish I could have a trainer type thing to help me along with it, teach me the tricks and basics...