October 2011
Work Work Work
I promise I’ll catch up with everyone soon, but I have to work work work for the next little bit. I’m entering a photo contest, editing a billion photos (one billion per class), studying for ASL, completing the written test before 6, doing the in class portion at 6, filling out a job application, fill out my summer job applications, trying to go see Grant when he comes back in town, going to see the girls, call Kaitlyn who I miss so very dearly, call my Dad and find out how his show is coming along, taking still life photos, checking out a flash, coming up with a shoot idea using flash, doing the shots with flash, editing the shots with flash, study more for ASL, clean the house, go to the extra night class I have for the next several weeks that directly interferes with my writing club, plan Halloween somehow, etc, etc.
Can I just pass out now?
I’m going to make a schedule in my first class.
…Wait… Nope, I have to finish the ASL test. I don’t even have time to make a schedule.
“But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one’s life, is it so awful to…nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favorite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?”
—Elizabeth Gilbert (via misswallflower)
My computer won’t start. It fell off of my bed and now it won’t turn on. I’m having to do this from my iPod. Everything I have ever photographed, everything I have written, it’s all inside of my computer. Please dear God, do not let it be broken!
