I got attacked by those flannel wearing, hat wearing, gauged, lip pierced, short haired, Justin Bieber look alikes. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
Nah, I’m a weirdo. I just dress like a guy and then I have this skinny boy body thing going on too. And you know our school, you only get to be on the yearbook if you have connections or you’re friends with the yearbookers.
If anything.. my BROTHER deserves to be on there because my fashion is derived from him. He didn’t even get to be in the fashion show this year *COUGH COUGH* Not pointing any fingers. *COUGH* SENIORS.
Photography is my drive and my breaking point. It’s discouraging and it’s inspiring. It’s where I belong and where I feel isolated. Sometimes it’s my time machine. It’s where I can relive a moment or I could completely just destroy it. It’s my reminder of history. That’s why we take history classes right? So that we don’t repeat history. Photography is so broad and in that way- it fits for anyone’s life. You don’t have to BE anything or LOOK like anything to be GOOD at photography or appreciate photography.
That’s photography to me.
Wow, I can’t believe I got both of my classes cancelled today. I just had Calc today and now I have plenty of time to study for my midterm tomorrow.
Cancelled classes couldn’t make me any happier.
I thought I’d get to touch on more of my UCSD trip pictures (maybe even a recap) or maybe the quick photoshoot I had with Carolyn and Mason… but neh.. I guess I’ll do it next weekend or throughout this week. This weekend turned out to be a busier weekend than I had expected.
Going to write a rough draft review for English and then maybe study for my midterm or do some Calc.
I left the anonymous option open again ahaha. go for it.