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Just came home from watching Sweeney Todd with le Christine.
Gut reaction: omg So Fucked Up. Second reaction: Helena Bonham Carter's boobs are breaking free. Third reaction: I will never visit London. Fourth reaction: I will never eat meat pies.
Naturally Christine loved it, and said the blood needed more green to look more realistic, and explained that she had made real fake blood at school, when she paused as if that explained everything. Something tells me I must not watch movies with Christine.
Meanwhile Ramona emailed me from the States, telling me that an acquaintance of hers had killed himself, so she had to send in pictures of him with his friends, and wanted hers to be a little retouched, so here I am editing wondering Why On Earth.
I just presented my photography midterm today, and the panel said I should start doing it outside of class. If only they knew. I was so nervous, but very happy. Meanwhile my school days are slowly blurring together, and I can't tell them apart anymore. Everything is just going and going so easily, and I can't help but wonder if it's the sort of cruise control I should be worried about, because I may have just left something behind, or forgotten that there's a blind curve ahead. I'm not sure. Right now I'm okay.
Gut reaction: omg So Fucked Up. Second reaction: Helena Bonham Carter's boobs are breaking free. Third reaction: I will never visit London. Fourth reaction: I will never eat meat pies.
Naturally Christine loved it, and said the blood needed more green to look more realistic, and explained that she had made real fake blood at school, when she paused as if that explained everything. Something tells me I must not watch movies with Christine.
Meanwhile Ramona emailed me from the States, telling me that an acquaintance of hers had killed himself, so she had to send in pictures of him with his friends, and wanted hers to be a little retouched, so here I am editing wondering Why On Earth.
I just presented my photography midterm today, and the panel said I should start doing it outside of class. If only they knew. I was so nervous, but very happy. Meanwhile my school days are slowly blurring together, and I can't tell them apart anymore. Everything is just going and going so easily, and I can't help but wonder if it's the sort of cruise control I should be worried about, because I may have just left something behind, or forgotten that there's a blind curve ahead. I'm not sure. Right now I'm okay.