It sucks that as soon as I get to bed I start worrying tomorrow :( damn brain.
I AM SHIT AT PHOTOGRAPHY.
I DO NOT ENJOY PHOTOGRAPHY. MY IDEAS LOOK SHIT. the end.
Another thing we can also assume; I will probably cry tomorrow after my media class, because I really hate Brian and he doesn’t put criticism in a nice way and will say they are shit. I know they’re shit, no-one has to tell me that. You’re a teacher, you’re supposed to make me want to carry this on for another year, NOT MAKE ME WANT TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE GODDAMN FACE.
I just really don’t find any joy at all in taking pictures, I don’t have even a miniscule amount of talent in it and I find it kind of boring. Seriously, if my coursework all depends on 5 or 6 photos then what the fuck is the point. In marketing you get people to take photos, not take them your goddamn self.
I’m not the best at communication. At all. I don’t reach out to people, in life or the internet. I’m just awkward in a way that even if I have something in common with someone I’m still hesitant with them. I think that’s why my follower count is a little lower than other people. Not that I’m saying that’s a problem or anything, just that I’ve noticed it. I don’t think I come across as someone who is ‘warm’ to other people. I’d like to have more friends and develop a network of people. I think it’d be really nice.
Just a thought.
Jon Stewart is too amazing.
And I think I’ve OD’d on House today. I like seeing House happy.
Hell and yeah.
7.00pm Harry Potter, it is a full on date. Be there.
I’m going as laid-back batgirl who doesn’t give a shit what she looks like (aka not wanting to be sexy batgirl - that’s only for weekdays, this is a weekend).
I just need a cape. And I might get some yellow gloves. I have a kickass mask and some tights with bats on.