OK, so I'm not very amped about my 30th birthday being less than 2 hours away. I'm really not.
I AM, however, totally psyched (Like my usage of archaic teenage phraseology? I could have gone with "But it's totally sick..." but I didn't want to. I am a product of the 1990s.) about the gift that Oz got me.
See that? It's not my table and it's not my camera, but it is the type of camera that I got. It's a Canon Rebel T3i. Do I have all the specs? No. But I do know this. It's beautiful. He also got me a second lens, a telephoto, so I can finally take those faraway shots that I've always despised my Elph for.
I'm trying not to drool on it.