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I'm doing my photography homework now because I am a procrastinator. What is lame is that I had photography homework in the first place. I have to write a paragraph about the history of photography (do I sound redundant?) according to pages 2 through 11 of "Photography and Digital Imaging: Revised Fifth Edition." So far I have this vague, nondescript five sentence thing in my email box. What is making it even doubly harder is that I had too much wine with dinner again and my head is fuzzy and I cant think straight. Oy.
Besides the fact that I'm blissfully in love and I had steak for dinner, life isn't the greatest. My mom and I keep getting the rug pulled out from under us and I'm sick of it. I'm not going to rehash what all is going on because its only for my closest confidants and I really don't want to talk about it.
Also, I have come to terms with losing my group of friends after high school. I am alright with it. Well, not so much "alright" as "trying to ignore it and move on." I am trying not to care anymore. I can't work with a long-distance friendship, I'm no good at it. I can't keep thinking that I will stay in touch, I will write, I will keep on believing that they're my friends. It doesn't work. And that is fine with me. It still makes me sad and upset, but really I don't mind.
I have also decided to become and Art History teacher. I PROMISE TO NOT CHANGE MY MIND. UNLESS I DO.
Love,
audrey
Besides the fact that I'm blissfully in love and I had steak for dinner, life isn't the greatest. My mom and I keep getting the rug pulled out from under us and I'm sick of it. I'm not going to rehash what all is going on because its only for my closest confidants and I really don't want to talk about it.
Also, I have come to terms with losing my group of friends after high school. I am alright with it. Well, not so much "alright" as "trying to ignore it and move on." I am trying not to care anymore. I can't work with a long-distance friendship, I'm no good at it. I can't keep thinking that I will stay in touch, I will write, I will keep on believing that they're my friends. It doesn't work. And that is fine with me. It still makes me sad and upset, but really I don't mind.
I have also decided to become and Art History teacher. I PROMISE TO NOT CHANGE MY MIND. UNLESS I DO.
Love,
audrey