Yodels, I'm Dawna
I talk mostly about my [boring] life, filmmaking, my photography, and some things I'm interested in.
Film major at le Fitchburg State University
I run the horse racing blog The Galloping Hat Rack
Future documentary filmmaker
I post photos of my dog a lot sorry not sorry
So yeah. I think I’m done for today. Will upload pictures and possibly video if I am happy with it later on. Now must snooze.
You know, new photos… training the eye… yada yada yada.
These kinds of bad dreams happen to me more frequently than any other type. Where I am in the bed I fell asleep in, and in the dark of night, some invisible force is either talking to me, pushing on me, or otherwise scaring me. I wake up freaked out and I have to turn on the lights for a while.
I don’t know what eggs them on, but they’ve been happening on and off for several years now, and they’re very realistic.
People at FSU are getting all mad because they got a damages bill for something that happened to one of the common rooms in the dorms.
And people ask me why I was so insistent on not living in a dorm: no privacy, a bajillion rules, expensive in the long run, and then shit like this. Protip: you can expect to get a bill like this anytime anything happens, if even something small like a fire alarm being pulled. I paid $100 because no one came forward to confess that they did it. Fire trucks aren’t free, dumbass.
Not that I am likely to do anything with it but it counts!
For some reason I began to wallow again yesterday, went to have my pre-work sleep, and then woke up in a very bad mood. Things had slowed down enough to allow me to think about all the bad and sad again, and I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with Super Creep at work among other things. HA HA HA go away before I kick you.
I finished my pod earlier than usual and went to go help with the busier double pod, which had suffered a titanic 6 or 7 traumas overnight because some dumbass shot up a crowd somewhere. Some guy who fell and dislocated his shoulder asked me about my million-dollar Belmont lanyard and we got to talking… about none other than Saratoga… THE ULTIMATE CONVERSATION TOPIC APPARENTLY… and later on he gave me his number. I did not know what to say? Thank you for giving me this number, as a symbol that I am nice, interesting, and attractive enough even in my green work uniform to tempt the fates. My day was automatically made better, and not even Super Creep (who thankfully did not witness this exchange or else I would fear he would get some ideas) could bother me.
I put the new video camera through some testing today. I didn’t bother pulling the clips off the camera’s flash memory, so it stuttered a bit playing back on my computer, but what I did see was really impressive. It looks very crisp and bright, as 1080p should of course, but I am always expecting to be jipped when I’m not paying as much as I thought I would for this kind of gear. Only complaint is it’s near impossible to scroll down the touchscreen menu and I will probably have to make a stylus doohickey to get it to move down for me.
I might bring it to the horse show next week to shoot a few clips (people on YouTube lost their shit when I uploaded one from New England Regional) as well as do the usual photo stuff.
In other less thrilling news, I have work this weekend— my last legit weekend working in the ER. Thank god for that because people have been crawling all over my nerves hanging around me and then info dumping on me… yes I’m sorry to hear that but c’mon man don’t you have anyone else to unload on? I don’t know what to say anymore!