Beef: It's not for dinner.

I've tried many times to cut meat out of my diet. All of those times it's been quite difficult and I ended up giving up. It's not that I don't have a gigantic love and respect for animals, I do. I just thought they tasted really delicious. Until yesterday.

Often times when you eat something and you become sick later that day, even if it was not the fault of that specific food, you tend to eat it much less than you previously did, or just don't eat it all. Well, unfortunately, one of my favorite foods has done this to me. After eating prime rib at the restaurant where I work, I became sick. At first I chocked it up to drinking more than I previously had been (21!). A few days later however, my father made hamburgers, and these too made me extremely sick. It's quite sad really, I can't even see hamburgers or steak on TV without feeling nauseas and being completely repulsed. On the bright side, maybe this was the push I needed to stop eating meat. Or at least beef. Baby steps, you know?

In other news, I finally figured out how to roll the film back into it's little shell while it is inside my film camera. I don't know what this process is actually called (camera rookie over here), but after destroying two rolls of film, it's good to finally know how to do it the right way. I actually ripped one of the rolls of film in half trying to do it earlier today. Woops.

I also learned that my hands shake much more than I thought they did. For this reason, I don't get to do fun things with shutter speeds. I have to keep the shutter speed at a fairly quick one to ensure that my photos aren't blurry. Again, baby steps.

This summer has been largely about learning for me. I've learned a lot about my art, my abilities, my interests, and possibly my future. I don't know how many people will read this, or if they know about my struggles with my future and what I want to do with my life. For so long I did what was expected of me. I did what I was told, what made sense, and what was practical. Unfortunately, what I really love isn't necessarily practical. However, I don't think it's unfortunate, nor am I going to continue to let others keep me from doing what I love. After being a declared Studio Art major for almost two years, I finally enrolled in art classes. I'm going to do what I love and regret nothing.