Aaargh!!! I hate my fucking camera! No, not my beloved little Lomo, but my 35mm Nikon N65 piece of junk. OK, OK, it's not a total piece of crap - wait, yes it is. I'm not going to get into the whole story of why I bought it, but rest assured I didn't want to, but was more-or-less strongarmed into doing so in to take pictures at a depressing wedding that I'm not going to talk about.
Anyway, my mom needs some irritating pictures taken in her house, and I figured my 35mm would be the best for the job. It's got a bunch of autofocus/auto-everything crap that I didn't want but that you have to get if you buy a new camera (and don't wanna spend a ton of money) these days. So I went to crummy Wolf Camera (because I live in the sticks and can't shop at a decent camera store without a 45 minute drive each way) and bought some crummy 800 speed Fujifilm and got ready to take some crummy pictures... took my stupid Nikon out, loaded it up, and -- nothing. Just kept flashing the fstop error message at me. I replaced the roll of film, skimmed the stupid instruction book, set everything up as specified -- still nothing. Checked the batteries, punched a bunch of buttons... nothing at all. Fuuuck!!!
See, I kind of hate my camera, and today I feel like the little bastard is paying me back for the bad vibes. I haven't really used it since the depressing wedding, but it's pretty unlikely that I've totally forgotten how to work a stupid 35mm camera. I think it's just being spiteful, but that's OK because I am crazy. I guess I'll have to use my little vacation camera instead, because I don't think my mom wants Lomographs to use for interior decorating purposes. Of course, my vacation camera's (which I actually like) battery is dead. I've got to go to depressing Eckerd's and buy a replacement. Perfect.