My fuckin eyeeeeeessssssssssssss
I spent so much time editing footage today at my internship. I think I have a fuckin migrain. Ive had a headache for like two daysssssss. And I have to go back tomorrow and edit some more.
I swear, we get the stupidest kids to do interviews for us. Half of them cant speak english, and the other half can, but dont know how to arrange words correctly to make sense. Its amazing how good Ive managed to make my peice about student organizing so good, with all the morons we interviewed. Lots of cutting and pasting.......lots and lots and lots....
This song reminds me of Magen....she kept playing it over and over the night that I slept at her house. Coughing all night long because I was sick...I do wonder how she thinks/feels about me now. Sometimes I wish she was around so I had someone to hug. I know things are weird between us now...sometimes I feel like feelings for her have been laying dormant inside of me, until I think about her again. Until I think of how things used to be, which is once in a blue moon.
My mom had wallpaper put up in the bathroom. What the fuck? Why is she so bad at picking out how to decorate this place? And why does she pick the worst people to do the work? Im surprised this place looks as good as it does. But all these morons half ass the job on everything they do, and theres always somthing that is left over thats been done half assed and the wrong way, that could have been done right, if they just spend a little more time finishing things the correct way.
I swear, we get the stupidest kids to do interviews for us. Half of them cant speak english, and the other half can, but dont know how to arrange words correctly to make sense. Its amazing how good Ive managed to make my peice about student organizing so good, with all the morons we interviewed. Lots of cutting and pasting.......lots and lots and lots....
This song reminds me of Magen....she kept playing it over and over the night that I slept at her house. Coughing all night long because I was sick...I do wonder how she thinks/feels about me now. Sometimes I wish she was around so I had someone to hug. I know things are weird between us now...sometimes I feel like feelings for her have been laying dormant inside of me, until I think about her again. Until I think of how things used to be, which is once in a blue moon.
My mom had wallpaper put up in the bathroom. What the fuck? Why is she so bad at picking out how to decorate this place? And why does she pick the worst people to do the work? Im surprised this place looks as good as it does. But all these morons half ass the job on everything they do, and theres always somthing that is left over thats been done half assed and the wrong way, that could have been done right, if they just spend a little more time finishing things the correct way.