effulgently ebullient

guess who got a new/vintage (yes, this is possible) polaroid land camera from her friend hao??

and who, on the same day got 10 packs of film from her mom?

that would be me.

today deserves 2 pictures. i can't choose between them.

happy me!

and i, the gift-giver, am humbled.

(standing ovation for mom & hao)

quick question:
is it lame to use fantastic vocabulary words in everyday writing/speaking when the majority of people will have, at best, only a slight-idea as to its meaning? is it pretentious to do this? or is it worse that when you do have that one great SAT word (let's say "insouciance" or "inimitable") in the most fitting of occasions, you don't use it, because you know those around you are small minded nitwits who will make fun & "ohhh la la" your endeavor? is it worse to be pretentious or dragged down to the depths of lolcat & sms-speak? ayn rand would certainly say the latter is the more abysmal choice. i'm with her.

(ps, this was all brought on because i heard "gravitas" three times, in one day.)

in memoriam

i am & will remain in an eternal sense of loss. gills informed me tonight that according to regis & kelly (puke)-& confirmed on the boston globe website, polaroid is closing its plants in the US & internationally ...signifying the end of polaroid film.
wtf.
(can you hear the racking sobs wherever you are...?? can you hear the stifled wailing?)
that episode of seinfeld comes to mind...that one where elaine finds out they are discontinuing the sponge-and so she buys every case from every stop-&-rob in manhattan. her interaction with all males from that point forward is based on "is he sponge-worthy?"
i am compelled to run out & buy every single case of polaroid 600 film in the greater bay area. scratch that...in the entire state of california AND texas (mom, i would be soliciting your help here.)
but how can i possibly decide how many rolls of film i would need for the remainder OF MY LIFE??? the spontaneity that defines the whole "instant camera love" for me is lost. no more taking pictures of my feet, of the always-the-same-view-from-the-far-right-window-of-my-apartment - just-because-i-feel-like-it pictures. no more bums, creepy pigeons, or just to see the flash.
i am paralyzed with the impending void that will inevitably occur when i rip open that last box-no matter how many boxes i have.
& how long can you keep unused film? months? years? decades? because decades is what we are talking about here. i have nothing in my possession that i plan on still having in 40 years.

i am lost.

the way is barricaded, foggy, & the ground is covered in broken glass.

(ok, so i am a TEENSE emo over this. indulge me. i am heartbroken.)