A Whole New Level of Bad

When I travel I take an obscene number of pictures. I take pictures of everywhere I eat, everywhere I stop, everywhere I stay. I take pictures of funny signs, cute dogs and funny looking people. To the untrained eye, its very random, but in my little world, it makes perfect sense. The pictures serve as my journal. The whole a-picture-is-worth-a-thousand-words thing, ya know.

Usually.

So, as I'm sure you've guessed by now, I just got back from Maui. And, as per my usual, within 24 hours of landing back in the motherland, I had my 7 rolls of film developed. I just love my CVS. My CVS rocks. Seriously. Everyone should hit this CVS in Westwood. The photo kids there are just super sweet. And I do actually mean that. They treat me very well. But that didn't help my film. When I told the nice girl behind the counter that my pictures were craptastic, she thought I was kidding. Hell, even I thought I was kidding.

Holy crap do my pictures suck. I mean, there are a few good ones. But really, as a whole, my pictures are really bad. Its rather sad since normally I take good pictures...not great mind you, just good. But good is just peachy, at least for me. But these are just horrid. The underwater ones are crap, all three rolls (again with two or three that are quite cute). My camera picked a lovely time to die during the most scenic part and of course most remote part of the trip. I mean, there wasn't a Target or Kmart for MILES. So, the pics I did get are with a near dead battery so that didn't go so well. So yeah. Seven rolls of pictures taken in one of the most beautiful places on earth and they just suck.

Well, at least I had a good time. I guess I should start keeping a journal again, eh?