I keep my history in photographs and journal entries. I remember my emotions through what I said and can see how much I'v changed from how I look. Every phase of my life reveals something of a Mona Lisa smile, some peculiarity that I alone realize is something different. I may not always remember what I was thinking during the time of the photograph, but I at least know that there was something else captured in the stream of film. Wednesday. Kris' last day of finals, my second full day of vacation, our first photo booth roll. After picking through a list of out-doorsy options of things-to-do--hiking, batting cages, rock climbing--we decided on a marathon walk through the mall instead. Armed with a Christmas List and a relatively sturdy bank account, we charged the mall for our desired items and some inspiration for the difficult to shop for family members. After our first store we took a break for lunch. We made a wrong turn and ended up circling the mall to end almost exactly where we had begun. A circle. We ate, then pushed our food aside and discussed. We don't fight, never do. We discussed. Circles and misconceptions and silence. In front of me I watched the Carrousel start up again. I loved riding the Carroussel when I was a kid, going up and down, moving round and round... Why don't you ever ask the question to what you really want to know? Finally we stood up. We dumped our food, picked up our bags, held hands and walked on. Three stores later we kissed. Two stores later we laughed. One store later we spent a ridiculous $5 for a cheap reelm of black and white photos from the photo booth. Of all the hundreds of photos of us, we needed the realm of four photos; confused, kissing, smiling, close. For the trivial purpose of recording my life, we shopped for six hours before I returned to the dorm to get ready for the RA dinner. We went to a Chinese place on Mill, PF Changs. I didn't like what I ordered, but made up for it with a Shirley Temple and a few bites of dessert. The conversation was ridiculous and hillarious, the company welcomed. After dinner was a lousy gift exchange; a good laugh, I suppose, but I got a crappy gift so it was lousy for me. I came home and organized, wrote some, talked some, painted my toe nails. And that was the night. Carrie