Uninspired

So, not much has been going on the past week. I showed Kevin's mom my photos and she picked out 4 that she wanted printed to put up in her house. That was really cool. I was flattered that she wanted so many. So, I think I'll print those out tomorrow. The only thing is, now that I'm done taking 4X5 photos, I now have the medium format camera. It's not like I have to take a lot of photos. 120mm film doesn't hold very many negatives. But I don't really have any inspiration to take photos of anything. I want to do something different, but incorporate the human body like I have in the past, but I don't have any models. I'd like to make really bizarre photos of public nudity, but people are so self-conscious about their bodies. It's just really frustrating. I just feel so drained. I feel really boxed in because of the limitations on what I can and cannot do. Also, my mom read the poem that was in the Vagus Nerve and was like "that's a dirty poem, I don't like it." So now, not only do I feel like shit, I'm really pissed. She'd fucking shit herself if she saw the photos I chose to omit for her viewership. Apparently, all things having to do with nudity, sex, and the like are dirty and sinful. I just feel really goddamn shitty and it's bullshit that my mom's not like "wow, I'm glad you got your poem in this magazine!" What the fuck should I write about then?

The ironic thing is, after reading my poem today, I got this thing in the mail from poetry.com. Apparently, I'm one of about 50 people to get third place for Febuary's poetry contest. It's cool, I got a little bronze medal. I thought it was pretty cool. Anyway, I hate bitching and stuff, but I need to get it out somewhere, and why not do the stereotypical bitch to your blog thing?